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  • Thank heaven

    Thank heaven for little girls
    for little girls get bigger every day!
    Thank heaven for little girls
    they grow up in the most delightful way!
    Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
    one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'
    Thank heaven for little girls
    thank heaven for them all,
    no matter where no matter who
    for without them, what would little boys do?
    Thank heaven... thank heaven...
    Thank heaven for little girls!
  • Labor Day

    Labor Day became a federal holiday in 1894 after the strike when President Grover Cleveland and Congress made appeasement of organized labor a top priority. Legislation for the holiday was pushed through Congress six days after the strike ended. Samuel Gompers, head of American Federation of Labor, which had sided with the government in its effort to end the strike by the American Railway Union, spoke out in favor of the holiday.[10]HYPERLINK ..l "cite_note-10"[11]
    Perhaps the most violent and most famous railroad related strike,the Pullman Strike was a nationwide conflict between labor unions and railroads that occurred in the United States in 1894. The conflict began in the town of Pullman, Illinois on May 11 when approximately 3,000 employees of the Pullman Palace Car Company began a wildcat strike in response to recent reductions in wages, bringing traffic west of Chicago to a halt.[1] The American Railway Union, the nation's first industry-wide union, led by Eugene V. Debs, subsequently became embroiled in what The New York Times described as "a struggle between the greatest and most important labor organization and the entire railroad capital" that involved some 250,000 workers in 27 states at its peak.[2]
    During the economic panic of 1893, the Pullman Palace Car Company cut wages as demands for their train cars plummeted and the company's revenue dropped. A delegation of workers complained of the low wages and sixteen hour workdays and the company's failure to decrease rents or the price of goods. Company owner George Pullman "loftily declined to talk with them."[3]
    Many of the workers were already members of the American Railway Union (ARU), led by Eugene V. Debs, which supported their strike by launching a boycott in which union members refused to run trains containing Pullman cars. The strike effectively shut down production in the Pullman factories and led to a lockout. Railroad workers across the nation refused to switch Pullman cars, and subsequently Wagner Palace cars, onto trains. The ARU declared that if switchmen were disciplined for the boycott, the entire ARU would strike in sympathy.[3]
    The boycott was launched on June 26, 1894. Within four days, 125,000 workers on twenty-nine railroads had quit work rather than handle Pullman cars.[3] Adding fuel to the fire the railroad companies began hiring replacement workers (that is, strikebreakers), which only increased hostilities. Many African-Americans, fearful that the racism expressed by the American Railway Union would lock them out of another labor market, crossed the picket line, which added a racial division to the union's predicament.[4]
    The strike was broken up by United States Marshals and some 12,000 United States Army troops, commanded by Nelson Miles, sent in by President Grover Cleveland on the premise that the strike interfered with the delivery of U.S. Mail, violated the Sherman Antitrust Act and represented a threat to public safety. The arrival of the military and subsequent deaths of workers led to further outbreaks of violence. During the course of the strike, 13 strikers were killed and 57 were wounded. An estimated 6,000 rail workers did $340,000 worth of property damage (about $8,818,000 in 2010 dollars).
  • Sisters

     A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day,
         drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As  
         they talked about life, about marriage, about the
         responsibilities of life and the obligations of  
         adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her  
         glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance 
         upon her daughter.  
     
         'Don't forget your sisters,' she advised, swirling 
         the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. 'They'll  
         be more important as you get older. No matter how  
         much you love your husband, no matter how much you  
         love the children you may have, you are still going  
         to need sisters. Remember to go places with them now  
         and then; do things with them.'  
     
         'Remember that 'sisters' means ALL the women...  
         your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other  
         women relatives too. 'You'll need other women. Women  
         always do.'  
     
         What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman  
         thought. Haven't I just gotten married?  
         Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a  
         married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely  
         my husband and the family we may start will be all I  
         need to make my life worthwhile!'  
     
         But she listened to her mother. She kept contact  
         with her sisters and made more women friends each  
         year. As the years tumbled by, one after another,  
         she gradually came to understand that her mother really  
         knew what she was talking about. As time and nature  
         work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman,  
         sisters are the mainstays of her life.  
     
         After more than 50 years of living in this world,  
         here is what I've learned:
     
     
         THIS SAYS IT ALL:
     
     
         Time passes.
     
         Life happens.
     
         Distance separates.
     
         Children grow up.
     
         Jobs come and go.
     
         Love waxes and wanes.
     
         Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
     
         Hearts break.
     
         Parents die.
     
         Colleagues forget favors.
     
         Careers end.
     
         BUT.........
     
     
         Sisters are there, no matter how much time
          and how many miles are between you. A girl friend
           is never farther away than needing her can reach.  
     
         When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you  
         have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life  
         will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on,  
         praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on  
         your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the  
         valley's end.
     
     
         Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk  
         beside you....Or come in and carry you out.  
     
         Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters,  
         daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers,  
         Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended  
         family:      all bless our life!
     
     
         The world wouldn't be the same without women, and  
         neither would I. When we began this adventure called  
         womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or
          sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we  
         would need each other.
     
     
         Every day, we need each other still. Pass this on  
         to all the women who help make your life meaningful.
          I just did. Short and very sweet:
     
     
         There are more than twenty angels in this world.
     
         Ten are peacefully sleeping on clouds. Nine are
     
         playing. And one is reading this **
  • charity or government handout

     
    Should government provide for the poor? Try asking this question: "Imagine you won the lottery, and you wanted to help the poor. Give $100,000 to a private charity? Or write your check to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services. Which would you choose -- and why?"
    Virtually no one chooses government! And in answering the question, people convince themselves of the advantages of charity over government.

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