Opportunity, Volumes 11-12

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National Urban League, 1933
 

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Page 116 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...
Page 73 - Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.
Page 176 - ... least unfamiliar sound at night. He was reluctant to venture far from home in the daytime. And that habit of trembling when he felt fearful was now far beyond his control. Sometimes he became afraid and trembled without knowing what had frightened him. The feeling would just come over him like a chill. The car rattled slowly over the dusty road. Jennie sat erect and silent, with a little absurd hat pinned to her hair. Her useless eyes seemed very large, very white in their deep sockets. Suddenly...
Page 176 - I don't know," he said with a shiver. "I reckon it's the only thing to do." "Hm." A flock of guinea fowls, pecking in the road, were scattered by the passing car. Some of them took to their wings; others hid under bushes. A blue jay, swaying on a leafy twig, was annoying a roadside squirrel. Jeff held an even speed till he came near Delia's place. Then he slowed down noticeably. Delia's house was really no house at all, but an abandoned store building converted into a dwelling. It sat near a crossroads,...
Page 199 - It seems to me to be equally plain that no business which depends for existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country . . . and by living wages I mean more than a bare subsistence level I mean the wages of decent living.
Page 174 - You oughta could do a heap mo' wid a thing like that'n me beingst as you got yo' good sight." "Looks like I oughta could," he admitted. "But ma fingers is gone democrat on me. I get all mixed up in the looking glass an' can't tell wicha way to twist the devilish thing.
Page 175 - Ford stood was only a grass roof held up by four corner poles. It had been built by tremulous hands at a time when the little rattletrap car had been regarded as a peculiar treasure. And, miraculously, despite wind and downpour it still stood. Jeff adjusted the crank and put his weight upon it.
Page 186 - I pity the poor in bondage that have none to help them; that is why I am here; not to gratify any personal animosity, revenge, or vindictive spirit. It is my sympathy with the oppressed and the wronged, that are as good as you, and as precious in the sight of God.
Page 346 - To question all things ; never to turn away from any difficulty ; to accept no doctrine, either from ourselves or from other people, without...
Page 177 - So you the one what's scairt now, hunh?" "I ain't scairt, Jeff. I's jes thinkin' 'bout leavin' eve'thing like this eve'thing we been used to. It's right sad-like." Jeff did not answer, and presently Jennie buried her face again and cried. The sun was almost overhead. It beat down furiously on the dusty wagon path road, on the parched roadside grass and the tiny battered car.

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