| | 41 | Author: | Zerbe, J. S. | Add | | | Title: | Aeroplanes  | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE "SCIENCE" OF AVIATION.—It may be
doubted whether there is such a thing as a "science
of aviation." Since Langley, on May 6,
1896, flew a motor-propelled tandem monoplane
for a minute and an half, without a pilot, and the
Wright Brothers in 1903 succeeded in flying a
bi-plane with a pilot aboard, the universal opinion
has been, that flying machines, to be successful,
must follow the structural form of birds, and
that shape has everything to do with flying. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 42 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Add | | | Title: | Old Indian Legends | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IKTOMI is a spider fairy. He wears
brown deerskin leggins with long soft
fringes on either side, and tiny beaded
moccasins on his feet. His long black
hair is parted in the middle and wrapped
with red, red bands. Each round braid
hangs over a small brown ear and falls
forward over his shoulders. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 43 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Add | | | Title: | The Soft-Hearted Sioux | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BESIDE the open fire I sat within our tepee. With my red blanket
wrapped tightly about my crossed legs, I was thinking of the coming
season, my sixteenth winter. On either side of the wigwam were my
parents. My father was whistling a tune between his teeth while
polishing with his bare hand a red stone pipe he had recently
carved. Almost in front of me, beyond the centre fire, my old
grandmother sat near the entranceway. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 44 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Add | | | Title: | The Trial Path | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was an autumn night on the plain. The smoke-lapels of the cone-shaped tepee flapped gently in the breeze. From the low night sky,
with its myriad fire points, a large bright star peeped in at the
smoke-hole of the wigwam between its fluttering lapels, down upon
two Dakotas talking in the dark. The mellow stream from the star
above, a maid of twenty summers, on a bed of sweet-grass, drank in
with her wakeful eyes. On the opposite side of the tepee, beyond
the centre fireplace, the grandmother spread her rug. Though once
she had lain down, the telling of a story has aroused her to a
sitting posture. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 46 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Grain of Dust. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | INTO the offices of Lockyer, Sanders, Benchley,
Lockyer & Norman, corporation lawyers, there drifted
on a December afternoon a girl in search of work at
stenography and typewriting. The firm was about the
most important and most famous — radical orators often
said infamous — in New York. The girl seemed, at a
glance, about as unimportant and obscure an atom as
the city hid in its vast ferment. She was blonde — tawny
hair, fair skin, blue eyes. Aside from this hardly
conclusive mark of identity there was nothing positive,
nothing definite, about her. She was neither tall nor
short, neither fat nor thin, neither grave nor gay. She
gave the impression of a young person of the feminine
gender — that, and nothing more. She was plainly
dressed, like thousands of other girls, in darkish blue
jacket and skirt and white shirt waist. Her boots and
gloves were neat, her hair simply and well arranged.
Perhaps in these respects — in neatness and taste — she
did excel the average, which is depressingly low. But
in a city where more or less strikingly pretty women,
bent upon being seen, are as plentiful as the blackberries
of Kentucky's July — in New York no one would
have given her a second look, this quiet young woman
screened in an atmosphere of self-effacement. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 47 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | The Price She Paid. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HENRY GOWER was dead at sixty-one—the end of
a lifelong fraud which never had been suspected, and
never would be. With the world, with his acquaintances
and neighbors, with his wife and son and
daughter, he passed as a generous, warm-hearted,
good-natured man, ready at all times to do anything
to help anybody, incapable of envy or hatred or
meanness. In fact, not once in all his days had he ever
thought or done a single thing except for his own
comfort. Like all intensely selfish people who are wise,
he was cheerful and amiable, because that was the
way to be healthy and happy and to have those around
one agreeable and in the mood to do what one wished
them to do. He told people, not the truth, not the
unpleasant thing that might help them, but what they
wished to hear. His family lived in luxurious comfort
only because he himself was fond of luxurious comfort.
His wife and his daughter dressed fashionably and
went about and entertained in the fashionable,
expensive way only because that was the sort of life
that gratified his vanity. He lived to get what he
wanted; he got it every day and every hour of a life
into which no rain ever fell; he died, honored, respected,
beloved, and lamented. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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