Humanity

Humanity

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World War II is thought of as one of the most violent and deadly times in human history, and rightly so. It was a time of genocide, mass murder, and complete devastation. War time changed every element of everyday life around the world. In America, it drove women into the work place, limited industry production across the board, and forced rationing of goods for everyone. This rationing led to many changes in women’s fashion, and though a seemingly trivial detail of the time, these adjustments created a domino effect that is felt even up today. Hems were shortened, fabrics changed, skirts and dresses were replaced by shorts and pants, and nylon stockings were replaced with…
By Chelsea Adler4 years ago in FYI
Who listens anymore?
A small but noisy contingent of truckers and wannabe sympathizers travelled across Canada this past week and settled into Ottawa, our nations' capital. This being the dead of winter, it is not my belief that the participants were headed there to vacation, as Ottawa is noted as one of the coldest capital cities in the world, rivalling Moscow, Helsinki and Ulaan Bator.
By Steven Buehler4 years ago in FYI
Madame Clapham
Emily was born in Cheltenham in 1856. As was the norm then, she left school at an early age for an apprenticeship in dressmaking, at Scarborough, at the company at Marshall and Snelgrove (you may have heard of the names). From an early age, Emily learnt her trade in dressmaking, starting with picking up pins off the floor.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 years ago in FYI
So, You Decided You Don’t Want to Take the COVID-19 Vaccine. Are You Prepared to Live Life Without a Job?
Taking the COVID-19 vaccine is a personal choice. Personally, I won’t be taking it. But I didn’t reach that decision easily. I had to consider the consequences of not taking it. I would have to be prepared to lose everything…my job, my apartment, my car, and possibly the respect of my family who depend on me to take care of them. Am I ready for that? Hell no. I am scared as hell.
By Kristen Brady4 years ago in FYI
Increased Calls For British Sign Language To Be Made Official Language
British sign language is the first or preferred language used amongst the deaf community in the UK. There are an estimated 151, 000 users of BSL in the UK of which 87000 are deaf. In the 2011 England and Wales Census, 15000 people living in England or Wales reported using BSL in their every day lives.
By Ashish Prabhu4 years ago in FYI
The mystery that is Aspergers: history and questions of definition
hello everyone, This is an article i wrote over a year ago, so it does discuss some things that occurred in the past and are not current, but it will update you on where i am and the subject matter is not affected by this article arriving to this platform late.
By Ellie Hopwood4 years ago in FYI
Opinions are like...
We all have opinions - indeed we do, just like we all have... well however, that saying goes. The point is, we all have opinions. What we forget however, is that opinion doesn't equal fact. And yet many of us are guilty of laying down our opinions as if they are irrefutable fact. And we choose our opinions as hills to die on. We state them, sometimes vehemently, and then refuse to budge. We shut out listening to anything else that might conflict with our opinion. In fact, too many of us take any other expressed opinion as an assault on our own opinion. Triggered by fight or flight, the challenge is accepted and the dual begins.
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in FYI
Power Full Man
"Now, you gentlemen seem skeptical about Potts. Do any of you know his history?" "Well, I know he's about the oldest soldier in the regiment; that he served in the First Dragoons when they were in Arizona twenty years ago, and that he gets drunk as a boiled owl every pay-day," was an immediate answer. "Very good as far as it goes," replied Gleason, with a superior smile; "but I'll just tell you a chapter in his life he never speaks of and I never dreamed of until the last time I was in San Francisco. There I met old General Starr at the 'Occidental,' and almost the first thing he did was to inquire for Potts, and then he told me about him. He was one of the finest sergeants in Starr's troop in '53,--a dashing, handsome fellow,--and while in at Fort Leavenworth he had fallen in love with, won, and married as pretty a young girl as ever came into the regiment. She came out to New Mexico with the detachment with which he served, and was the belle of all the '_bailes_' given either by the 'greasers' or the enlisted men. He was proud of her as he could be, and old Starr swore that the few ladies of the regiment who were with them at old Fort Fillmore or Stanton were really jealous of her. Even some of the young officers got to saying sweet things to her, and Potts came to the captain about it, and he had it stopped; but the girl's head was turned. There was a handsome young fellow in the sutler's store who kept making her presents on the sly, and when at last Potts found it out he nearly hammered the life out of him. Then came that campaign against the Jicarilla Apaches, and Potts had to go with his troop and leave her at the cantonment, where, to be sure, there were ladies and plenty of people to look after her; and in the fight at Cieneguilla poor Potts was badly wounded, and it was some months before they got back; and meantime the sutler fellow had got in his work, and when the command finally came in with its wounded they had skipped, no one knew where. If Potts hadn't been taken down with brain fever on top of his wound he would have followed their trail, desertion or no desertion, but he was a broken man when he got out of hospital. The last thing old Starr said to me was, 'Now, Gleason, I want you to be kind to my old sergeant; he served all through the war, and I've never forgiven them in the First for going back on him and refusing to re-enlist him; but the captains, one and all, said it was no use; he had sunk lower and lower; was perfectly unreliable; spent nine-tenths of his time in the guard-house and all his money in whiskey; and one after another they refused to take him.'" "How'd we happen to get him, then?" queried one of our party. "He showed up at San Francisco, neat as a new pin; exhibited several fine discharges, but said nothing of the last two, and was taken into the regiment as we were going through. Of course, its pretty much as they said in the First when we're in garrison, but, once out scouting, days away from a drop of 'tanglefoot,' and he does first rate. That's how he got his corporal's chevrons." "He'll lose 'em again before we're back at Sandy forty-eight hours," growled Blake, strolling up to the party again. But he did not. Prophecies failed this time, and old Potts wore those chevrons to the last. He was a good prophet and a keen judge of human nature as exemplified in Gleason, who said that "the old man" was planning for a visit to the new ranches above Fort Phoenix. A day or two farther we plodded along down the range, our Indian scouts looking reproachfully--even sullenly--at the commander at every halt, and then came the order to turn back. Two marches more, and the little command went into bivouac close under the eaves of Fort Phoenix and we were exchanging jovial greetings with our brother officers at the post. Turning over the command to Lieutenant Blake, Mr. Gleason went up into the garrison with his own particular packmule; billeted himself on the infantry commanding officer--the major-- and in a short time appeared freshly-shaved and in the neatest possible undress uniform, ready to call upon the few ladies at the post, and of course to make frequent reference to "my battalion," or "my command," down beyond the dusty, dismal corrals. The rest of us, having come out for business, had no uniforms, nothing but the rough field, scouting rig we wore on such duty, and every man's chin was bristling with a two-weeks'- old beard. "I'm going to report Gleason for this thing," swore Blake; "you see if I don't, the moment we get back." The rest of us were "hopping mad," too, but held our tongues so long as we were around Phoenix. We did not want them there to believe there was dissension and almost mutiny impending. Some of us got permission from Blake to go up to the post with its hospitable officers, and I was one who strolled up to "the store" after dark. There we found the major, and Captain Frazer, and Captain Jennings, and most of the youngsters, but Baker was absent. Of course the talk soon drifted to and settled on "Starlight Ranch," and by tattoo most of the garrison crowd were talking like so many Prussians, all at top-voice and all at once. Every man seemed to have some theory of his own with regard to the peculiar conduct of Mr. Burnham, but no one dissented from the quiet remark of Captain Frazer: "As for Baker's relations with the daughter, he is simply desperately in love and means to marry her. He tells my wife that she is educated and far more refined than her surroundings would indicate, but that he is refused audience by both Burnham and his wife, and it is only at extreme risk that he is able to meet his lady-love at all. Some nights she is entirely prevented from slipping out to see him." Presently in came Gleason, beaming and triumphant from his round of calls among the fair sex, and ready now for the game he loved above all things on earth,--poker. For reasons which need not be elaborated here no officer in our command would play with him, and an ugly rumor was going the rounds at Sandy, just before we came away, that, in a game at Olsen's ranch on the Aqua Fria about three weeks before, he had had his face slapped by Lieutenant Ray of our own regiment. But Ray had gone to his lonely post at Camp Cameron, and there was no one by whom we could verify it except some ranchmen, who declared that Gleason had cheated at cards, and Ray "had been a little too full," as they put it, to detect the fraud until it seemed to flash upon him all of a sudden. A game began, however, with three local officers as participants, so presently Carroll and I withdrew and went back to bivouac. "Have you seen anything of Corporal Potts?" was the first question asked by Mr. Blake. "Not a thing. Why? Is he missing?" "Been missing for an hour. He was talking with some of these garrison soldiers here just after the men had come in from the herd, and what I'm afraid of is that he'll go up into the post and get bilin' full there. I've sent other non-commissioned officers after him, but they cannot find him. He hasn't even looked in at the store, so the bar-tender swears." "The sly old rascal!" said Carroll. "He knows perfectly well how to get all the liquor he wants without exposing himself in the least. No doubt if the bar-tender were asked if he had not filled some flasks this evening he would say yes, and Potts is probably stretched out comfortably in the forage-loft of one of the stables, with a canteen of water and his flask of bug-juice, prepared to make a night of it."
By ranjit4 years ago in FYI
Three Identical Strangers. Top Story - January 2022.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a twin? What would you do and how would you feel if you discovered that you did in fact have a twin but were separated at birth? It could happen, in fact it did- multiple times. There are still at least four sets of twins or triplets that do not know that they are missing out on their sibling(s) in their life. All of these identical babies were separated on purpose- in the name of science. I personally feel that this is wrong to do. The triplets were together for the first six months of their lives and when they were placed in their adopted homes, they gave signs of abnormal distress such as hitting their heads on the wall or on the side of their crib. They were obviously in distress due to separation anxiety from their twins and I believe it is unethical to cause unnecessary pain to anyone. I wanted to look at why researchers decided to conduct this study and maybe come to understand the final result.
By A. Keson4 years ago in FYI
How Being Late Makes You More Late
There is a rule somewhere out in the universe that states “Those who are late shall remain late”. You don’t realize exactly how long things take until you need to do them quickly. Then somehow the simple act of trying to do them quickly makes them take longer. That’s the rule.
By J. C. Cutuli4 years ago in FYI
HOW WELL DO N95 AND KN95 MASKS PROTECT AGAINST COVID-19?
Face masks are still in use two years after the epidemic began, which most of us could not have predicted in February 2020.
By Cetrix store4 years ago in FYI
Dreams and Their Meanings
A Greek concept: we hurtle through life with our backs to the future, able to see only what is past, never what is to come.
By Blaine Coleman4 years ago in FYI