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17 The End of 1915

Galina Kopytova Indiana University Press ePub

JASCHA HAD NOT SPENT AN AUTUMN in Petrograd for three years: in 1912 he toured Germany; in 1913, after a summer in Loschwitz, he played concerts in Berlin, Dresden, and Warsaw; and in 1914 the Heifetzes were detained in Germany until December. With its changeable weather and abundance of rainy days, September was nevertheless mild in the city. The beautiful yellow color of falling leaves resembled the gilded cupolas of the St. Nicholas Cathedral, which sparkled under the autumn sun, but within a few weeks this pleasant weather turned quickly into winter, bringing with it a mix of rain and snow.

Jascha and Pauline returned to the conservatory in the middle of September, and Ruvin received the customary residency certificate from the police station permitting him and his family to remain in the city until January 15, 1916.1 After many years of service, Stanislav Gabel had recently resigned as conservatory inspector and was replaced by Professor Nikolai Lavrov, who now gave Ruvin the necessary papers for dealing with the police authorities. It was Lavrov who had examined Pauline back in January 1912 when she entered the conservatory, and he continued to be supportive of the Heifetz family. As director, Glazunov continued to approve Ruvin’s enrollment in the conservatory, which allowed the Heifetzes to stay in the city. A significant readjustment, however, is apparent in Ruvin’s residency certificates from September 1915 on. Ruvin had previously been registered as a “student of the conservatory,” but was now listed as “capital.” This change indicated that although he still resided in the city as a student, he was now supporting himself financially. Clearly, Jascha’s concerts must have provided the family with enough to live on.

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3 “Not a White Man in the Cast”: Norman’s Early Race Films

Barbara Tepa Lupack Indiana University Press ePub

By the end of the 1910s, Richard E. Norman had not only demonstrated his entrepreneurial skills but also gained a reputation as an independent producer of home talent moving pictures. Traveling throughout the Midwest, he created scores of short films that intercut stock footage with images of local scenes and ordinary people. But Norman had grown anxious to move beyond local talent, industrial, advertising, and historical shorts into the burgeoning business of feature films. At the same time, he decided to establish a base for his new operation by relocating to his hometown of Jacksonville, Florida.

Jacksonville proved to be an ideal location for Norman. In the decade between 1910 and 1920, Florida had become a mecca of modern filmmaking.1 As Richard Alan Nelson noted in Florida and the American Motion Picture Industry, 1898–1980, Florida offered a number of distinct advantages. The sunny climate and especially the mild winters, “well suited to the slow orthochromatic film stocks of the silent era,” allowed producers to maintain shooting schedules year-round. Transportation links to the city were well established, with good “rail, steamship, and roadway connections to the population and industry centers in the Northeast and Midwest.” (A trip from New York to Florida, for example, could be completed overnight, whereas travel to the West Coast typically required five days.) Production costs were reasonable. And because of the historically depressed state of Florida’s economy, land costs remained low, at least until the boom in the mid-1920s. So did labor costs, since local laborers generally received wages below the prevailing national standard—“a potentially significant factor for big pictures requiring thousands of extras.” Moreover, once trained, the cadres of support and technical workers provided a continuing presence and a resource for other producers. And civic leaders, local chambers of commerce, and newspapers, all of whom recognized the financial benefit that film production brought to the state, largely supported the interests of the industry.2

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18. Procuring Mules and Mounts

Edited and Annotated by Charles M. Robinson III University of North Texas Press PDF





Assistant Adjutant General.


(Sign.) Robert Williams

Assistant Adjutant General.

Friday, March 5th. Breakfasted at 5 A.M. with Colonel Royall, and then in company with him and Mr. Chambers left Fort Omaha, at 6 o’clock to catch the early “dummy” for Council Bluffs, Iowa. There we took the local or morning train, over the Kansas City, St. Joseph and Council Bluffs R.R., for Saint Joseph, Missouri.

Reached our destination at 12:30 p.m. The only good hotel in the place, the Pacific House, was undergoing renovation from which reason we were obliged to take our quarters at the Halpin House, a wretched little rookery, of squalid surroundings.

Saint Joseph is usually a good horse and mule market, but at the time of our visit the demand for the mines of Leadville, Colorado, had completely exhausted the supply on hand, making it necessary for us to proceed to Kansas City. Saint Joseph is a fine town of some

35.000 to 40.000 inhabitants, the centre of an extended rail-road system and the seat of a thriving trade, especially in groceries.

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The Marin County Rodeo

Ron Tatum University of North Texas Press ePub

The Marin County Rodeo

I’ve shod horses at a lot of rodeos over the years, and I’ve always been impressed with how professional they are, even the “amateur” ones. Good stock contractors like John Growney (Growney Brothers), and Cotton Rosser, out here in the West, are what make these rodeos as good as they are. These boys know what they’re doing, and they’re respected throughout the rodeo world.

But one rodeo stands out in my mind. It took place, or I should say tried to take place, on the Civic Center grounds in Marin County, California.

Some local promoter of music concerts thought this small yuppy community might pay to see a real rodeo with real horses and cows and bulls, and everything. (Actually, the term “yuppy” had not been invented yet, but I can’t remember the official name we called yuppies in 1976.) There were a few ranches and horses in Marin, but they were mostly out on the edges of this county where no bad smells or flies could drift into the sophisticated suburban designer home neighborhoods.

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Edited by Linda Wilcox DeSimone University Press of Colorado ePub

Our Mission to Switzerland—Introducing Mormonism—Terrible Trials of Faith—Geneva—Days without Food—The new Convert—“The Labourer worthy of his Hire”—Timely Aid.

AFTER about a year’s absence, Mr. S. returned to England, and we were invited to attend a conference of the Saints, which was to be held in London, in June, 1851. During this conference, the “Apostle” Snow expressed his great indignation at the manner in which I had been neglected, and said that I should no longer remain in connection with the Southampton Conference. It was decided that my husband should go on a mission to Switzerland; that I should go with him, and that we should begin our missionary labours in Geneva.1 One great incentive to this resolution was, that I could speak the French language fluently. It was, therefore, thought that I should be of great service in assisting Mr. S. with his work. I was ready to do any thing that might be required of me, if only I could be with him.

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The Path

Colin Rafferty Break Away Book Club Edition ePub

Now Thomas (called Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!” But he said to them, “Unless I can see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.”

John 20:24–25, N.I.V.

I am a Midwesterner, Kansas City born, and despite living in a half dozen other states in my life, it is that city, split unevenly between Kansas and Missouri, to which I feel most closely bound. I was born in the old St. Mary’s Hospital in downtown Kansas City, in the shadow of the Liberty Memorial, and my parents moved me across the state line the next day to our home in Mission, Kansas, one of the numerous suburbs that spill out from the city.

It is Kansas City where my family circled around during my childhood, moving away for a few years at a stretch, only to return each time, like homing pigeons; Kansas City where I went to school, where I was baptized and confirmed in the same church thirteen years apart, where I had my first kiss and my first heartbreak; Kansas City where I risk nostalgia, risk ignoring the bad, the racial divide of Troost Avenue, the cemetery there holding my mother’s family; Kansas City where I left twelve years ago, returning only as a visitor, my family moving out west while I was in college, leaving only a few relatives—a second cousin here, a great-aunt there, a grandmother beyond the town’s southern border—to remain.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN John B. Charbonneau

W. Dale Nelson University of North Texas Press PDF


John B. Charbonneau

Baptiste had not seen the last of Mission San Luis Rey.

General Kearny was mistaken when he believed he was being sent ahead to California to assume command of a defeated enemy.

The Mexicans still held everything between San Diego and Santa

Barbara, and his men would have to fight every inch of the way.

The Mormon Battalion was sent back to the deserted mission with orders to clean it up, garrison it as a military post and hold it against the enemy if need be. In July, 1847, when U.S. forces finally took

California, the mission was made headquarters of the Indian subagency for the southern military district, with Baptiste’s friend Captain Hunter in charge. The battalion’s commanders also recognized

Baptiste’s ability to be more than a guide. On November 24, acting military governor Richard B. Mason sent Colonel J. D. Stevenson, commander of the district, a blank appointment for “alcalde,” or justice of the peace, of the sub-agency, leaving a blank to be filled in with Baptiste’s name or any other name. Baptiste got the job, most likely on the recommendation of Hunter.1

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Twenty-Eight: Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky

William Brown Indiana University Press ePub

Tchaikovsky’s first concerto, which uses the complete armor of a pianist, is one of the grandest in the repertoire. The beautiful melody of the second movement really touches the soul, but it is a different soul than the soul that Beethoven touches. It’s as different as a beautiful novel that inspires and delights you compared to reading a treatise like Goethe’s Faust. Beethoven will ask of you the depths, the penetration, the metaphysical, like those trills in the Op. 111, almost a meditation. In Tchaikovsky it is a direct approach like Verdi is to the opera. It is a wonderful piano concerto, and I’ve learned to love it more and more because the use of the keyboard is magnificent. And what an inspiration that beginning, how powerful! It’s a completely different attitude from Beethoven or Brahms. It’s a different person who plays a great Beethoven from the person who plays a great Tchaikovsky, but the person who plays a great Tchaikovsky will also play a great Prokofiev which comes out of Tchaikovsky.

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13. Reflections at Sea

Ralph H. Nutter University of North Texas Press PDF

13: Reflections at Sea


left England shordy after the massive Big Week attacks on Germany in late February 1944. I felt confident that the tide of the air war was at last turning. I was told that I would probably be assigned as an instructor for radar navigator-bombardiers in the B-29 program. As I said good-bye to Hansell in October, I didn't know that

I would again be working for both him and LeMay in the Pacific.

Combat troops returning to the States for reassignment were given the option of flying home or going on a troopship sailing to

New York to pick up ground troops for the forthcoming invasion.

Never having been on an ocean liner, I chose to go by sea. I boarded the Mauritania, a pre-World War I ocean liner and sister ship of the famed Lusitania, which had been sunk by submarines off the coast ofIreland in 1916, an act that helped draw America into that conflict. The ship had no real defense against German submarines, and we had no naval escort.

In an effort to avoid submarines, the captain planned a route that would take us north of England to the coast of Iceland and Greenland, and then south and east of Newfoundland. We sailed north in an arctic snowstorm, with huge waves breaking over the bow. Visibility was limited. As we plowed through the heavy winter seas at full speed, I asked the British captain if we were in any danger of a collision with an iceberg. We were traveling at a speed of twenty knots, and I thought about the Titanic and its collision with an iceberg off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland while traveling at a similar speed.

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Twenty: Claude Debussy

William Brown Indiana University Press ePub

What makes Debussy unique is his world of sound, the contours, [and] the magic of light in music that he has from time to time. You really see a moon. You really can feel it, in a French way. To me, it always has some perfume in it. After all, the country that made perfume famous, yes? It is Debussy that has this wonderful, original way of sounding that you smell it and feel it and taste it. Yes, you taste it. Debussy lives by shadows. There is little light and lots of shadows. When I am in Paris and I sit there in a café, I really feel he’s part of that, or at least he made that part of it for me, yes? I can’t think French without having a note of Debussy in my ear. And it is something that touches you on one side of your emotional scala. After all, we do all have a feeling scala, and you have a point where it touches your scale of feeling. And you are conscious of what this chord does to you. You really can taste the chord.

A thousand things come to mind to describe the physical mechanism to play Debussy. The first thing is the touch, the ability to play from one pianissimo down, yes? It is not so much to play up. It is to play down. And the mastery of the pedal in a way that demands very much more than the clear-cut pedal that you have in classical music. You actually have to make an exercise so that your foot doesn’t get tired, so that you learn to do, let’s say eighths, then you do sixteenths, and triplets, then thirty-seconds, slight, very slight. And in the end you know you can do it when you feel it in your toes. Somehow it comes through your shoes, yes? That you feel how the pedal slightly moves, but very slightly. And you hear it, you feel it, and it satisfies something when you play and therefore can continue playing and keeping that mood, not going out of that mood.

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10 Up the Rhône Valley

John A. Adams Indiana University Press ePub

Refugees were on the move all across france, trying to return home. Jacob Devers was especially considerate of the Poles. In Italy, Poles had fought bravely and hard in an attempt to move the Allies up the Italian boot. “I was close to the Poles. So I made a deal to turn the Polish refugees over to the British, who were anxious to get them back to help the Polish corps in Italy.” But the French didn’t want to do it. Many prisoners in German uniforms readily volunteered to join the Polish corps. Devers agreed to ship them south in empty supply trucks and then send them back on empty ships already heading to Italy. “We sent back thousands that way.”1 In recognition, the Polish government decorated Devers.

Before the invasion, planners envisioned creating a small mechanized taskforce to exploit inland from the beachhead. Taskforce Butler (TF Butler) was big enough to knock over the usual rearguard forces but was nowhere near large enough to go hunting a panzer division. The vaunted “Ghost Division” lay out there somewhere, doing quite a job of covering the German withdrawal. Devers was anxious to let TF Butler loose. Lucian Truscott, ever the aggressive cavalryman looking for a weakness to exploit, was chomping at the bit. “Germans were retreating so fast, we had trouble keeping up with them,” recalled General Eugene Harrison.2 Ultra decrypts demonstrated that the Nineteenth Army was heading north under orders, and that the Nazis would not come across the Italian border in force and fall on the flank of the Seventh Army.3 This allowed Sandy Patch to send Fred Butler’s small force on a 100-mile mission. While he didn’t make a show of appearing in the frontlines, Patch constantly moved around among his commanders and kept in close touch with critical points throughout his command. This is exactly the behavior Devers liked to see, so he left his gifted subordinate alone to run his own show. Truscott was made aware of “secret intelligence” regarding the whereabouts of the 11th Panzer Division (PzD). Nonplussed, that old cavalryman needed only permission to start the race. Truscott unleashed TF Butler on 20 August 1944, far earlier than anticipated in the initial plan due to the German “bug out.” From Devers on down, everyone agreed that the route least likely to be blocked was not Route 7 through the Rhône Valley but via the old Napoleon Road (the one the emperor had taken when he returned from Elba) through the mountains to Grenoble then Lyons.

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11. The Christmas Catalogue

Stanley Marcus University of North Texas Press PDF

our store expansion program was initiated, my good friend and mentor Ben Sonnenberg kept pressing me to capitalize on our extraordinary national reputation. He felt that we had tremendous leverage which we were neglecting by failing to expand into other cities or by franchising our name. The latter suggestion was repugnant, for we realized that we would simply be watering down our reputation, losing all control of our quality standards. Multiplication we did go into, but at a much slower pace than Ben envisioned.

Shortly after we made our first public offering of common stock, October 1959, I went to San Francisco with our treasurer,

Bill Bramley, to meet with some stock analysts, and the same question was posed to us by a large brokerage house which had placed lot of our stock with California investors. The principal of the company, Ted Birr, expressed the opinion that with our unusual national image, we could sell things through the mail if we made the effort. On the plane back to Dallas, Bramley and I talked seriously about expanding our modest mail order program, deciding it was worth a trial to see if this device would give us the chance of cashing in on our reputation. We discussed the matter the following day with my brother Edward, who was then merchandise manager of the store, and agreed to amplify our direct

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3. Truth Isn't What You Want to See

Davis, Belva Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

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I shared my journey with row upon row of uniformed soldiers. They filled each segregated car as the Southern Pacific train chugged across one state line after another. We all were bound for a common destination—a place on the eastern shore of San Francisco Bay whose oak-studded hills had prompted settlers to christen it Oakland. By the 1940s, Oakland was a thriving metropolis and a western terminus of the transcontinental railroad. As we arrived, stretched our stiff limbs, and climbed onto stationary soil, I felt a curious combination of bone-weary exhaustion and antsy anticipation.

“End of the line!” announced the Southern Pacific Railroad conductor. Nope, I thought to myself, the beginning.

As I clutched my small, battered suitcase and struggled to follow my father bobbing through the crowd, I couldn’t help but be struck by the sheer number of white faces. In Monroe, whites were outnumbered about ten to one by blacks, and they never ventured into colored neighborhoods. But Oakland was overwhelmingly dominated by Portuguese, German, Irish, Italian, and Greek immigrants and their children. Blacks were barely more than 2 percent of the city population.

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Ford, Ford Madox Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub


The devices of Byles for obtaining publicity were unusual and numerous and he followed them up with amazing energy. On the publication of the first of my books that he handled he went down with a copy of it to the Daily Mail office. He succeeded in buttonholing Lord Northcliffe actually in the composing room of that paper and then and there read him some extracts from my book. I am quite certain that no one ever before or since achieved such a feat. He managed to convey some of his enthusiasm to the Napoleon of Fleet Street and Lord Northcliffe promised to review the book himself on the day of publication and to give himself a column or more of the precious middle page of his journal for the purpose of expressing his enthusiasm. I think he did so, but I do not know. Early in life I began the practice of never reading reviews of my own work. I found with even my first book that all reviews affected me disagreeably. If they praised me I used to think that I could do it better myself: if they blamed me it upset me. Favourable reviews in consequence I never see but now and then especially unfavourable ones are sent me by third parties. I suppose they are meant to annoy me. They do.

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Paula Young Lee Travelers' Tales ePub


For the next two weeks, Im holing up on a writing fellowship in a summer house on a hefty tract of private land located on Shin Pond up north. Its Patten Pioneer Days this week, and the festivities are in full swing. The big event is the firemans barbecue on Friday, followed by fireworks, and a spaghetti supper at the Methodist church. There will be traffic this weekend because of it. The town only has a few hundred residents, but this weekend, everyone comes back, including me and my dad, who is bringing his new girlfriend, and they are both staying with me (in separate bedrooms, he repeats a hundred times, just to make sure Ive understood.) He and Barbara met at the Senior Center over slabs of meatloaf, and theyve been happily doddering away ever since. Strip away the externals, and the two of them are weirdly alike. On spindly legs they potter along, peeling oranges and marveling at the fresh air. They count their pills, worry about finding the bathroom at night, and theyre starting Spanish language classes together.

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