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Voices from the Past

By: Paul Alexander Bartlett

...ruck me across my face and hurled me to the floor. Witnesses were brought—citizens. One testified that I had vowed to destroy the temple within thre... ...s, frescos! Survival jobs. “This door needs immediate repair...place that medallion lower...no red marble here...” I could not equal Donato Bramante’... ... that we must act anew. We must continually disenthrall ourselves. Fellow citizens...we of this Congress...ours is a mutual concern at this time... ... ...some room or corridor, that tumbled mass of arms and legs and heads is my medal for the day. As we tumble, Jip growls and barks and joins in. Their ... ...e, Tad, dash into my office tomorrow, jump on me, kiss me. I remember the presidential chair vilified, pilloried. I see the grim cartoons lampooning... ...for self. It taught me to be legally self. In Springfield, I studied its citizens, its girls and women; I found that being an outsider was wise. M... ...e answers. The weather favored us as we rambled around Washington, in the presidential coach. Together we explored the White House—Billy’s high- poin... ...e Washington monument. One per- son proposed that he assassinate me on the Presidential yacht. No doubt he felt that would please the press and gener...

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