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After learning about the causes and closure of WWI, hand out this resource on that outlines the differences between Wilson's 14 Point Plan and the Treaty of Versailles. The class reads the information provided then analyzes two political cartoons from the time period by filling out a table.
Students examine the major turning points that shaped the modern world. In this Social Science instructional activity, students will trace the rise of democratic ideas and historical roots of current world issues. Students will research, write and discuss how our international relations lead to our involvement in WWI and II.
Learners identify the reasons why the United States entered World War I. In this world history instructional activity, students are given a lecture on Woodrow Wilson and analyze documents (specifically, Woodrow Wilson's speeches). Learners answer several questions based upon his speeches.
In this causes of World War I learning exercise, students learn the detailed and explosive causes that brought about World War I using the illustration provided.
What strategies are employed when creating propaganda? Your young historians will learn about six different techniques utilized in the construction of political propaganda, particularly in the advertisements of World War I. The instructional activities of this resource can also be applied to a variety of historical periods as a lesson on institutional methods of persuasion.
Recap your WWI unit with this presentation. Provided are major war-time statistics, causes/results of the war, a list of countries involved, and escalation. This would be best used as a review tool.
High schoolers read various primary source documents on World War I. After reading each document, they answer discussion questions. Using the internet, they identify the causes of World War I as layed out by President Wilson and his reasons for staying out of the war.
Students interpret historical evidence presented in primary and secondary resources. In this World War I instructional activity, students research the causes of the war as well as the major events of the war. Students are divided into groups where they present a PowerPoint presentations related to a specific topics related to the war.
Wars have profound and lasting effects, not only on soldiers and their families, but also on their countries. As part of a study of World War I, class members read the letters of Paul Green, a soldier from North Carolina, who served in the Great War. Using the provided worksheet, individuals participate in a guided reading activity that directs their attention to specific details in Green’s letter to his sister, Erma. Consider extending the exercise by providing learners with letters from Bernard Edelman’s Dear America: Letters Home from Vietnam.
Learners justify how alliances lead to war. They compare the conflicts of war that arose because of imperialist interest. Students explain the cause of World War I. They compare and contrast European maps before and after World War I. Learners analyze the war and how it progressed.
For this World War I worksheet, students create a poster, following the steps, to show how one shot led to the war that claimed the lives of over 9 million men. Events and a template are included on the worksheet.
In this World War I timeline worksheet, students examine 8 chronologically listed events that led to the onset of the first world war.
In this online interactive history quiz worksheet, students respond to 15 matching questions about the causes of World War I. Students may submit their answers to be scored.
Here is a really neat assessment, perfect for middle schoolers who have just learned about WWI. The assessment covers the causes and effects of WWI, causes of WWII, the Treaty of Versailles, trench warfare, and key players of the war in a fun and interesting way. The assessment includes political cartoons, drawings, and great questions.
If you really want to cover the flavor of the Roaring Twenties, use this presentation. The 1920s are categorized into politics, culture, music, policy, and social issues that divided the nation. Each main header contains several subsequent slides full of great information and hyperlinks. If I were a movie critic, I'd give this one two thumbs up!
Connect the Common Core ELA standards with history by employing a balanced literacy approach to reading.
Students examine the critics of the First World War. In World War I lesson, students free write about patriotism and determine its meaning. After watching a video students discuss patriotism and opposition to the war. Students work in groups and use graphic organizers to record their thoughts.
Learners examine the causes and events surrounding US involvement in WWI. In this lesson on the end of WWI, students will view a PowerPoint, take notes, and write a new article that reflects their understanding of WWI.
After learning all about World War I, middle schoolers can delve into this writing exercise. They complete three short answer questions that ask them to describe the role of women in WWI, the role of technology in WWI, and four causes of this great war.
What does your class know about WWI? They can share their knowledge by responding to three short-answer questions. They'll discuss human rights issues during WWI, the role of imperialism, and causes of the war from the perspective of the US, Germany, Britain, and France.

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Barrie library set to celebrate Seedy Saturday, launch 2023 Seed Library
Activities and speakers are scheduled from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. at the downtown branch
Saturday, March 4th, will be all about seeds … at the Barrie Public Library.
The library is celebrating Seedy Saturday – a day to learn about pollinators, ask garden experts questions, and connect with local experts.
Per Seeds of Diversity Canada, Seedy Saturday is about “encouraging the use of open-pollinated and heritage seeds, enabling a local seed exchange, and educating the public about seed saving and environmentally responsible gardening practices.”
Activities and speakers are scheduled from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. at the downtown branch.
Activities for All Ages
- 10:00 – 10:30 am – Seedy Saturday Storytime, Kids floor
- 10:00 am – 2:00 pm – Kids seed craft, Kids floor
- 10:00 am – 2:00 pm – Terrarium Love, Main floor
Keynote and Featured Speakers
- 11:00 am – “The Importance of Pollinators” with Gwen Petreman
- 12:00 pm – “Lightning Talks” with exhibitors from our Garden Expo
- 12:30 – 1:00 pm – “Online Seeds” an online pre-recorded seminar from Seeds of Diversity’s Seedy Saturday Speaker Series
- 1:00 pm – “Secrets to a Better Garden” with Joan Nieman-Agapas from Simcoe County Master Gardeners
- 10:00 am – 2:00 pm – Exhibitors: Edible Wild Food*, Huronia Rose Society*, Living Green Barrie, Painswick Horticultural Society, Pollinate Barrie*, Urban Pantry, Wild Birds Unlimited*
- 10:00 am – 2:00 pm – BPL Seed Library Community Seed & Apothecary Table: Bring seed to donate and/or package 3 seed packets to take home at this self-serve station
- 10:00 am – 2:00 pm – BPL Community Seed & Sow Drop-in Group: Meet fellow gardeners (new or experienced) to share gardening tips around our community table while packaging seeds for the BPL Seed Library together while we chat
- *PARTICIPATING IN A LIGHTNING TALK ON THE MAIN STAGE BETWEEN 12:00 – 12:30 PM.
2023 Seed Library Launches
As well on Saturday, the library will be launching its 2023 Seed Library where residents can visit any library branch to pick up free seeds and gardening resources.
Chantale Boileau, program and outreach librarian at the Barrie library, told Barrie 360 that residents can “borrow” up to three packets of seeds at a time.
“We definitely welcome people planting their seeds and then harvesting some and donating them back as well.”
She says since all their seeds are donated, supplies may be limited and will be continuously refreshed.
If you want to order seeds for Express Pick-Up, call 705-728-1010, or send a message to Ask Us.
Click the following links for more information about Seedy Saturday and the 2023 Seed Library.
Banner image via the Barrie Public Library

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EDMONTON – Edmonton homeowners are being asked to pay more, as the City is calling for a 5.5 per cent property tax increase in its preliminary 2014 Operating Budget.
The City’s operating budget sets the revenue and spending levels for all civic services and programs, such as police, fire rescue, parks maintenance and recreation centre staff.
The proposed 5.5 per cent hike works out to be an annual increase of about $106 for the average homeowner. More than half of that increase is due to operating costs for new construction projects.
“This budget is about the benefits new infrastructure, such as the Clareview and Meadows Recreation Centres and the Metro Line to NAIT, bring to the City and the funding required to provide those amenities,” said the City’s Chief Financial Officer Lorna Rosen. “This proposed budget maintains the services, programs and infrastructure that support 836,000 people within our growing city.”
“This is infrastructure expenditure, really, that’s driving this budget,” added Mayor Don Iveson.
1.5 per cent of the increase is dedicated to neighbourhood renewal. The City says it took a lot of work to keep the increase to this level.
“We’re just looking for ways to be more efficient and more productive. But there are no cuts of public services in this budget,” Rosen said.
The Edmonton Police Service (EPS) is asking for 35 new officers in 2014; a number Police Chief Rod Knecht says is a minimum requirement to keep up with the ever-growing city. Edmonton’s population is expected to increase by 2.2 per cent in 2013, which is roughly 52 new people coming to Edmonton each day.
“Could we have used 15 more? Yes, we could have used 15 more this year. But we’ll see what next year looks like and I think we can put forward a really good case. We’ve got a good case this year and I think we could put forward a really good case next year just based on the numbers we’re seeing right across the board,” Knecht explained.
The 5.5 per cent increase is not set in stone. But Iveson says this budget marks a good starting point.
“I think the city manager has done a great job of managing a lot of those costs internally, with efficiencies and with other off-setting revenue.”
Iveson says it will be difficult to find further efficiencies in this budget, as city administration has been working all year on that task. However, he maintains he will work to find efficiencies in future budgets.
“This budget’s really inherited from the previous council’s mandate. So this council’s got to deal with it, but our chance to shape future budgets and drive that two per cent efficiency that I talked about in the campaign, that’s going to come with the budgets in the subsequent years.”
City Council will now deliberate the budget, with final approval expected in mid-December.
With files from Fletcher Kent, Global News.


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Airports in Thailand
Buriram (Thai: บุรีรัมย์ – ‘City of Happiness’) is a town (thesaban mueang) in Thailand, capital of Buriram Province, about 410 km northeast of Bangkok. The town covers the whole tambon Nai Mueang of Mueang Buriram district. In 2012 it had a population of 27,862.
Chiang Mai International Airport (Thai: ท่าอากาศยานเชียงใหม่) (IATA: CNX, ICAO: VTCC) is an international airport serving Chiang Mai, the capital city of Chiang Mai Province in Thailand. It was established in 1921 as Suthep Airport. It is the major gateway to the north of Thailand, and currently the fourth busiest airport in the country. As of 2010, […]
Mae Fah Luang–Chiang Rai International Airport (Thai: ท่าอากาศยานนานาชาติแม่ฟ้าหลวง เชียงราย) (IATA: CEI, ICAO: VTCT) is located in the city of Chiang Rai in northern Thailand. The airport is located about 10 km from the city centre. Since 1998 it has been managed by the Airports of Thailand Public Company Limited (AOT). Access to the airport is available from […]
Chumphon Airport (IATA: CJM, ICAO: VTSE), (Thai: ท่าอากาศยานชุมพร), is located in Tambon Chum Kho, Pathio District, (Pathiu) Chumphon, Thailand. The airport lies 35 kilometers north of Chumphon.
Hat Yai International Airport (Thai: ท่าอากาศยานหาดใหญ่) (IATA: HDY, ICAO: VTSS) is the major southern hub airport in Thailand, located near the city of Hat Yai. It is under the management of Airports of Thailand, PCL. It is also an important airport for Muslims on the pilgrimage to Mecca. Annually, more than 1,500,000 passengers, 9,500 flights and […]

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Ethel Jackson Morris
An Ambitious Pair
The Maker Of Troubles
You thought all the fairies dead, you say,
Gone from this beautiful world so gay;
Lying asleep on a lost moonbeam,
Or carried away by a sparkling stream.
How silly to think the fairies die!
They are always somewhere dancing by,
Gliding here and whirling there,
Swiftly moving on little feet bare.
They float along on the gentle breeze,
That softly stirs the whispering trees;
They wander dreamily to and fro,
Past where the woodland waters flow.
The willow trees by the lonely creek,
The tall grey gums on the mountain peak,
Welcome them all as they dance along,
Tripping it lightly to Bellbird’s song.
When told of fairies, don’t shake your head,
And say that you know they all are dead;
For although the years glide swiftly by,
The sweet little fairies never die.
Oh! how lovely it is,” sighed Anna; “If I could only get into it,” and the little girl clasped the flower closer and sighed again. She was sitting on the garden seat with a large rose in her hand, while the other flowers she had gathered lay unheeded on the ground.
“See,” went on the child, unconsciously speaking aloud, “See how the dew has weighed down its beautiful head; the cup is filled, and its petals are glistening and wet. I am sure,” she murmured, “it is weeping for the dear little buds it has left on the tree where it grew. It is certainly the queen of all flowers,” she added, nodding her little head wisely, “but I wonder how it came to be called the queen.”
“Well, you are ignorant if you don’t know that,” said a voice beside her; “it’s certainly a thing you ought to know.” Anna started, but looking down she saw a tiny elf gazing up at her, with wide open eyes.
“Do you really know?” she asked, with a world of wonder shining in her eyes. “You must be very wise.”
“Oh, well, I know a good deal, because I’m a fairy,” he said, drawing himself up proudly.
“And do fairies know such a lot?”
“Of course,” he said, glancing at her scornfully.
“Well, don’t get cross and horrid, but tell me about it instead,” said Anna.
“Very well, I will tell you the story if you promise me you won’t interrupt and ask questions.”
“Oh, yes, I will promise; do begin at once.” So the elf began:
“Once, many years ago, there was a beautiful garden situated on the borders of a great forest. It was in this garden that the fairies lived. Now, in the garden there grew all kinds of flowers, and the Crown Imperial lily claimed that she was the most beautiful of all. ‘I am the fairest flower,’ the stately blossom would cry, and the rest would repeat, ‘Thou art by far the fairest.’ Now, when the great moon shone over the sleeping world, the fays, fairies and the woodland sprites would come from their mushroom homes and go dancing and singing among the flowers, the Fairy Queen touching them each with her magic wand as they passed, leaving in their hands a glistening dewdrop, which served as a lantern. Then, when they had all received the dewdrops, they would troop along to the great oak tree where they held their councils. One night, when they were all assembled beneath the tree, the Queen stood up to command silence, and then told them she had something important to communicate.
“‘Are all my subjects here?’ she asked.
“‘All,’ came the answer from many throats.
“‘Then call Merlin, the court magician.’
“‘Yes, your Majesty,’ said he, stepping forward, ‘I am here.’
“‘I find,’ said the Queen, ‘that the Crown Imperial lily, of our beautiful garden, considers herself the fairest and the best; therefore I have decided to put all these flowers to a test, and that which passes shall be the queen of flowers henceforth. That is all I have to say, Merlin. Go; deliver my message to the flowers at once.’
“‘Your Majesty is obeyed,’ replied Merlin, as he disappeared.
“‘Now to the dance,’ cried the Queen.
“And, oh! how they danced,” said the little elfman: “up and down, in and out, till they seemed just a whirl of glittering colours. But when the first streak of dawn appeared, the fairies, outspreading their golden wings, flew away. The flowers were greatly excited when they heard about the test, and they waved and danced in the breeze, bowing and bending as though their stalks would break. The next day there came to the garden a beautiful maiden, clad in glistening gold, with large shimmering gold wings. Her eyes were blue and sparkling, and in her hair was fastened a beautiful crown of little pink roses and pearly dewdrops. She walked proudly around the garden surveying the flowers. Then, seeing the Crown Imperial lily she said sweetly: ‘May I shelter under your leaves?’ and her voice was like a song. ‘Most certainly,’ answered the lily, ‘for I am the fairest of all flowers; the whitest and the best.’
“The following day was wet and stormy, and through the garden came a little beggar maid, and her little bare feet were blue with the cold. She went from flower to flower and begged pityingly for shelter which they all refused with the cruel words: ‘We have no shelter for such as you.’ At last she came to a small rose bush, and asked despairingly for shelter, which the humble rose willingly gave.
“In the morning, when the rose awoke, she found that the child was gone, but all the ground around her roots was carefully dug up. That afternoon, the Queen came and told the flowers that the test was over, and had been won by the rose. She then told them that she was the beautiful maiden and also the little beggar child.
“Then the Queen turned to the rose and said that she would grant her any one wish. The rose lifted up her head and said:
“‘Oh, your Majesty, grant that I may become a fairy child, and go forth into the world to help those in trouble.’
“‘Your wish is granted,’ said the Queen, ‘and henceforth you shall be known to the world as Charity; and not only will I grant your wish, but all the rose trees that grow hereafter shall bear beautiful blossoms, and will hold the first place among flowers, and, therefore, the rose will be for evermore the queen of flowers.’” Here the elf-man stopped.
“Oh, is that all?” exclaimed Anna; but strange to relate, there was no sign of the tiny being.
* * * * * * * *
“Yes,” nurse said, “it was all a dream, and Miss Anna must certainly have gone to sleep in the garden.” But Anna did not agree, for the little girl knew better— yes, far, far better—than nurse, for once.
The hall clock struck six chimes with stately measure, the sixth stroke dying away like a distant echo in some gloomy cave. Ella started up, and, opening her window, looked out. She sought for her friend the sea; to-day it looked beautiful, as it sparkled in the sun. Quickly dressing, she ran down to the beach, and seating herself on a large stone she gazed thoughtfully out to sea. She was a lonely little maiden, for her mother and father were dead, and she lived with her Aunt, who was very old and quarrelsome, and who did not understand her ways or childish pleasures. As she sat there she could see the little fishing boats coming from their midnight voyages, and could hear the low murmur of the waves as they broke one by one upon the shore, with a sound like very soft laughter.
“Good morning, Missie,” said old Bob, the fisherman, as he came along with his fishing net. “You will not come to see the fish caught this morning, I suppose?” he added, smiling, (for some weeks ago Ella had asked him to let her watch him draw his net ashore, and she had told him that she thought it would be great fun to watch the fish come inside it from the sea; but when the little leaping things were lying upon the sand she wanted to put them back into the sea again.)
“Oh, no, Bob,” cried Ella, “I do want to come, and I hope you will catch many to-day. I feel so sorry for them, I wish I could put them back again and let them swim away.”
“Why, Missie,” said Bob, “what would all the people do if fishermen were like you?”
“Well, good-bye, Bob,” said Ella, as the old fellow walked away; “I hope you will not catch too many.” Ella sat and watched the little curling waves break upon the shore, and it seemed to her dreamy fancy that they were calling to her, and that their white arms beckoned as they lapped gently back with the receding tide, leaving behind them countless tiny furrows in the silver sand.
“Oh, my little waves, if I could go with you!” she cried, standing up and stretching forth her hands. “Oh, dear little waves, do take me with you as you go back with the tide.” Then one little wave bolder than the rest came swiftly forward and broke around her feet with a hushing murmur, then returned again with a sobbing sound, as if it regretted to leave her.
“I shall go to the haunted cave tonight,” murmured Ella, as if speaking to the sea, “and see the beautiful maiden who is said to go there every night; and I shall ask her to take me away with her, for no one will grieve for me, and Auntie does not love me,” she added sadly. That night she slipped out unobserved, and ran down to the beach and crept into the cave. There she waited behind a great piece of rock, for what seemed to her a very long time. The air was still and quiet, and no sound broke the stillness save the wash of the water as the tiny wavelets broke one after another on the beach.
“Oh, will she never come?” cried the weary little maiden. Stay—what was that? —only a loose stone from above falling with a sullen sound on the rocks below. Two seagulls startled, flew screaming out into the night, and all was quiet again. Suddenly a bright light sparkled out across the water, shining straight into the cave. So bright was it that it hurt her eyes to look upon it. Now it came nearer, and Ella saw floating towards her a little boat with a silver sail, in which sat a beautiful maiden. Nearer and nearer it came, and the intense stillness was broken by the maiden’s sweet singing, which floated across the water and echoed through the cave. While Ella waited, the voice suddenly ceased, and there was the sharp grating of a keel on the beach. Having drawn the boat up high upon the sand, the maiden came slowly forward and entered the cave. Ella drew further back into the shadow and watched her. She glided slowly forward—her white garments swaying musically as she walked—then she leaned wearily against a large piece of rock in the centre of the cave. Presently she began to sing, in a round, full voice, that rang through the air with the clearness of a silver bell. The sweet notes were full of melody, but mournful and pathetic.
Little Ella was enchanted, and, as she listened, her heart grew soft and full of tenderness for the beautiful singer.
Such a wondrous song it was, full of sadness.
She sang of the beautiful world, so full of joy, of the fairies that live in the woodlands, of the mermaids and merbabies under the sea, and of the little water-babies in the river. She sang of the happiness of these little beings, and how she herself was so sad because they had no queen to rule over them, and how she came every night to the cave in hopes of finding some little earth maiden who would go and watch over them.
“I will go with her,” thought Ella, as she listened, “and I will ask her to take me to the little water-babies.”
When she ceased, Ella stole softly up and took her hand. “I will come,” was all she said; but the maiden understood, and, taking the child by the hand, she led her to the boat, telling her softly to step in. Then the maiden pushed the little craft out into the water, which was received by the waves and borne gently along.
“Won’t you come too?” cried Ella, from the water, to the fair maiden, who was still standing on the shore. “Have I to go alone?”
“Yes, alone,” she answered; “all alone to the ‘Sunset Lake,’ for now my work is done, and I return once more to my home in the land of dreamful sleep. So good-bye, little queen, good-bye.”
The last words died away in a whisper, and at that moment a sigh seemed to fill the soft night air, and Ella was alone, whilst far out on the water she saw a large, crimson poppy floating away on its surface.
The little boat swung out with the tide, and Ella was borne swiftly and silently along, she knew not whither. On and on they went, leaving the lights of the little fishing village far behind them. At last Ella saw they were approaching the mouth of a large, gloomy cave. The water flowed sluggishly in, bearing the little boat with it. The splash of the waves, made by the moving of the boat, seemed to echo gloomily through the cave.
Ella began to feel afraid as they went swiftly on, and there was no sign of a light, nothing but total darkness; but suddenly, as they rounded a corner, Ella uttered a cry of amazement, for there she saw, stretching far away, the beautiful “Sunset Lake.”
The sun was just sinking in the west as the little boat shot out of the cave, ruffling the water of the placid lake before it, and presently, with a little sighing sound, it ran ashore in a maze of golden flowers by the bank.
As Ella stepped out of the boat, she was more surprised than ever at the beauty of the scene around her. The glorious sunset lighting up the sky with crimson, gold, and quivering opal; the clear, still lake, reflecting the beautiful colour of the sky, was all aglow. The air was still and quiet, for all the little birds had gone to rest, and no sound broke the stillness, save the mournful plash of the wavelets rolling the whole length of the shore. Far away on the water Ella could see the little boat, with its silver sail, like pale moonlight, floating down the shimmering waters to the spot where the sun was just dropping into the lake. She stood and watched it till it was lost to view in the haze of golden light.
What should she do? She stood awhile pondering, and having made up her mind, she turned and walked slowly along the shore.
As far as she could see was beautiful silver sand, and dotted about, right to the water’s edge, were little clumps of flowers, while further back the sand lost itself in the depths of a beautiful wood. Ella entered it and was amazed at its splendour.
All around her were large trees, some with their beautiful foliage touching the ground. Her footsteps fell noiselessly on a thick carpet of velvety green moss, dotted prettily here and there with snow-white flowers, and the red gleam of ripening wild strawberries. Ella pushed through the tangled bushes and came suddenly upon a beautiful fairy seated on a stone, decorating a silver trumpet with some of the flowers that grew around her.
Far away behind her stretched another part of the sunset lake. Ella was so astonished that she could do nothing but stand and gaze.
“Who are you?” said the fairy, looking up from her work, “and what do you want?”
“I have come,” answered Ella, “to stay with the little water-babies, and—”
“Oh!” cried the fairy, jumping up, “you have come to be the queen, and rule over our little water-babies. I have been expecting you. Come along, and I will get you ready at once.”
She then led Ella down a little pathway of stones to the edge of the lake. Far out over the water Ella saw a beautiful city built of pure crystal. Domes, towers and steeples stood out against the sky, and the red gleam of the sunset, shining through the crystal, enveloped it in a golden haze. The castles and shining domes glimmered and shimmered, casting a glow of fire over the water.
“What is that?” cried Ella, delightedly.
“That,” answered the fairy, “is the City of Sleep, where Zerina lives.”
“And who is Zerina?” asked Ella.
“Zerina is the maiden you saw in the cave,” replied the fairy; “but come, let us be going.”
The fairy then drew out a tiny boat from among the rushes, and set it afloat on the water. When they were seated, the little craft began to move slowly along. Ella sat enchanted with the beauty of the scene around her. Suddenly she became aware that the boat was anchored, and the fairy was speaking to her.
“Come, Ella,” she said, “jump into the lake.” Ella could not swim, but she threw herself obediently into the water, and the fairy sprang in after her.
When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find herself in a most resplendent hall. The floor was covered with soft, white sand that gleamed like moonlight. The roof was supported by coral pillars, and the walls were made of strange coloured stones and metals, and over it all the light shone in tender quivering rays. Then the fairy led her up a winding stairway into a little room made of mother-of-pearl.
“Now, little maiden,” she said, “I am going to turn you into a little water queen.” She then took a flower from her trumpet, and waved it over Ella’s head. The flower seemed to unfold as she waved it, enveloping Ella in a gauzy mist. Then she took some gold pollen from another flower, and threw it into the air, making the mist clear instantly, and Ella stood before her arrayed in queenly robes.
Her dress was a pale pink colour, with a silver ribbon encircling her waist, her black hair was long and shining, and on her head was a garland of pure white waterlilies.
“Now, Ella,” said the fairy, as she kissed her, “shut your eyes,” and then—well, what had happened?
The fairy had gone, and Ella found herself standing on a stone in a little river that flowed slowly along, to lose itself in the Sunset Lake. All along its banks were trees and beautiful flowers. Ella sat down on a stone and gazed in bewilderment.
Suddenly, from every quarter of the stream, came a crowd of little children swimming up. Some had little curling tails, some wore garlands of flowers, and some had red strings of corals round their necks and arms, others blew on crooked shells, and many of the children, with hugs and kisses, hung on her neck and shoulders, murmuring softly: “Our little queen! our little queen!”
Ella was enchanted with the little beings, and she kissed and caressed them in return.
Then they began to play with one another, jumping high out of the water, laughing and singing all the time.
Ella stood and watched them, and, after a time, joined in their sport.
They played, sang, and swam about till long after the great moon had taken the place of the setting sun; but when the first streaks of dawn appeared, all grew quiet, and they floated silently away on the River of Dreams to the “City of Sleep.”
Day came, and the wonderful mysteries of the sunset and moonlight vanished.
Far away in the forest, where the fairies, the elves, and the hobgoblins dwell, lived two little gnomes. Their home was under a large mushroom, and their names were Hip and Hop respectively.
They were very fond of adventure, and, in fact, were in the habit of saying to one another: “When shall we start to seek our fortune?”
They were really very ambitious, and looked forward to the time when they should set out on their travels to find some hidden treasure, or to rush bravely to the rescue of any fair maiden, whom they might find imprisoned in a great castle.
Some years before the time that my story begins, there was a great tumult in fairyland, for it was discovered that the beautiful princess of a neighbouring tribe of wingless fairies had completely disappeared.
The two tribes were on very friendly terms; so, of course, the grief on both sides was very great. However, the princess had never come back, and the general belief was that she had been spirited away by the forest witch, a tiresome old thing who raced about on a broomstick, and whom the princess had upset one day, just as she was alighting on the ground.
From the day that the princess disappeared, the witch had changed her abode, which she had hitherto held in a large cavern, and the fairies had never seen her or the princess since.
Now, this happened many years before the beginning of my story, and the two little gnomes had often talked it over, but had never found the solution of the mystery.
One day, as they were walking through the forest, the question of the lost princess arose, and together they sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree and discussed it.
Hip began telling his plan; but, as Hop had heard it so many times before, he did not listen very attentively, and occupied himself with his thoughts, when all at once a brilliant thought came into his head.
“I say, do listen!” he cried, suddenly, interrupting Hip in the middle of his narrative, “I have a splendid plan. Let us set out to seek the lost princess ourselves.”
“The very thing,” cried Hip; “I wonder we did not think of it before. We had better start at once.”
“Yes, I think we should,” answered Hop; “which way ought we to go?”
“Well, I don’t know,” replied Hip, “but I propose we should go straight ahead, and we will be sure to find something.”
“Well, agreed,” cried Hop, and off they started. Up hill and down dale they went, till they had left the fairy forest far behind. At last they found themselves on a huge, sandy plain, across which ran a narrow track, leading to a dark forest.
Arriving there, they sat down and rested awhile, quenching their thirst at the brink of a little stream, which lost itself in the depths of the forest. Much refreshed, they pursued their journey, following the little track, which wound on and on.
The way led through a dark, thick wood, and continued so for a number of miles; then the road led up a steep and bare hillside. At last they reached the top, and there below, at their feet, they saw, stretching far away, a beautiful forest.
The great sun was just sinking in the west as Hip and Hop made their way down the hillside. The whole sky was lit up with its gorgeous light—azure, crimson and gold.
They picked their way among the trees and, finding a beautiful grassy space, they lay down to rest. The air was still and quiet, for all the birds had gone to rest, and no sound broke the silence.
“Oh! isn’t this lovely?” cried Hip, “it is almost as lovely as our own beautiful forest, all these beautiful trees and sweet-scented flowers, and not a sound to break the silence.”
Hardly had he finished speaking when the sound of sweet singing reached their ears. Springing to their feet, they stood listening to catch every word.
“Who can it be?” whispered Hop, as the singing became louder and sweeter, as it was borne along on the evening air.
“Come, let us find it,” shouted Hip, and off he went, with Hop running behind.
“What is it?” cried Hop, as he came hurrying up.
“Look! look! isn’t she lovely?” cried Hip, as he peeped through the bushes which hid her from view.
“Let me have a look, too,” said Hop. “Oh!” cried he, the next minute, “she’s just beautiful. Come, let us go to her.” They pushed through the tangled bushes and came to an open space, where a beautiful maiden sat, singing sweetly as she plucked and kissed the flowers that grew about her.
“Well, little elves,” she said, as she gazed at them, “what is it you want?” Hip looked at Hop and Hop looked at Hip, but neither could speak.
“I—er—at least, we—we came,” began Hip, but could get no further.
“Well,” said Hop, looking round for help from the almost dumb Hip, “The—er —the fact is—”
“Yes,” said the beautiful maiden, looking inquiringly at him, “is what?”
“It is—it is—Oh! I don’t know, I don’t know.”
“Oh! Hip, let us go away at once,” cried the poor little gnome, starting to run away.
“Not so fast, not so fast, my little friends,” said the maiden, “I think I know what you want. You are seeking the lost princess.”
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” they cried, both in the same breath, “that’s it, we are seeking the lost princess, who disappeared at the same time that the witch left her home, and neither have been heard of since,” they added, mysteriously, having quite recovered their tongues. “And,” said Hip, growing quite confidential, “we think that she stole her, and that she has gone away and taken her too, and that she—”
“Why, who is she?” asked the maiden, smiling.
“Why, the witch, of course, and that she is chained in a great castle,” continued Hip, growing quite excited, “and that if we do not rescue her, she will—”
“Come,” interrupted Hop, thinking his friend had said quite enough, “don’t talk any more, for the beautiful lady knows all about it—don’t you?” he said, gazing inquiringly up at her.
“Yes, my little elves, I know all about it.”
“Then help us, pretty lady,” said Hip. “Help us to find what we seek.”
“Yes, certainly, I will help you,” she answered; “but why are you seeking her?”
“Well,” said Hop, “we wanted to go on a journey and win honours for ourselves, as other gnomes have done, and to show some little elves, who were rude to us and called us cowards, that we would become famous throughout Fairyland.”
They then explained to their companion all they knew about the princess, and their theories on the subject.
“Well,” said their new friend, “I think I can help you a little.”
“How?” asked Hip and Hop, in the same breath.
“First find the track, then the tree, and then the Princess. Now, that is all I can tell you,” and, with a merry laugh, she bounded up a mossy bank, and was lost to view.
The twilight had just faded into night as our two friends started off.
“Look, Hip,” cried Hop, “look at that light over there on the grass,” and there, sure enough, something sparkled on the ground, and the longer they looked at it the plainer they saw that a long line of twinkling lights stretched across the grass. With beating hearts, they rushed towards it. Hip stretched out his hand and touched them.
“Why, they’re only dewdrops,” he said, “but who ever saw them lying in a line like that.”
“Let’s see where it goes,” cried Hop, “for it may have something to do with the Princess.”
Off they started along the track, which lost itself in the distance. On and on they went, till, suddenly, when turning a corner, they saw that the line ended in something white.
“Look, look!” whispered Hip, as he drew nearer, “why it’s a skinny white rabbit.”
“So it is,” said Hop, “and, look, it is brushing away the dewdrops.”
As soon as the rabbit caught sight of them he bounded away with the two little gnomes after him. But fast though they ran, they could not catch him; and, just as they were gaining, he stopped at the foot of a large stone, looked around at them, and disappeared.
“Well,” said Hip as they came up, “he disappeared here, so he’ll come out here, and I shall just wait here till he comes.”
“So shall I,” said Hop; “but I think we ought to hide behind one of these boulders.”
“Yes, I think so, too,” said Hip; and climbing behind one of the rocks which lay around, they awaited events.
They had scarcely been waiting a minute when they saw the rabbit’s head emerge from the hole, and, seeing no sign of our heroes, he jumped up and scampered away, with Hip and Hop dashing wildly after him. He ran along for some distance, then disappeared behind a large oak.
“Well,” said Hip, as they came up, “he’s gone again.”
“Look, look!” cried Hop, “look at that door.” And there sure enough was a door fitted beautifully into the side of the oak.
“I can’t see anything,” cried Hop, as he peeped through the keyhole; “and the door is locked, too.”
“Let me see if the key is on the inside,” said Hop, as he advanced with a long reed in his hand. He probed the keyhole, but the reed went right through. “Well,” said he, “there is no key in the lock, so I think it is likely to have been locked from the outside.”
“Yes, perhaps so,” said Hip; “so come and let us hide behind these rocks and see what happens.”
The time dragged slowly on, and still no sign of anything. At last, just when the first streak of dawn appeared, they saw coming towards them an old decrepit-looking woman, holding by the paw their enemy the white rabbit.
She went straight to the oak, and unlocked the door and entered. Quick as thought, Hip and Hop crept in with her. In the gloom it was impossible for her to see them, and the rabbit was nodding sleepily. Having locked the door, she shambled away.
“What luck we had to get in,” whispered Hop, as the two little gnomes set off down the passage.
In the dim light they could see the old woman hobbling along with the rabbit close behind her. Presently they came to the end of the passage, and saw that it branched off in two different ways. Seeing the witch already half way down one passage, they at once took the other.
Suddenly, as they went forward, Hop stumbled and fell, making no effort to rise; and Hip, rushing to his assistance, tumbled on top of him. They both fell so fast that they had no time to scream. Thump, thump, they had reached the ground at last. They lay there for some minutes too frightened to move, but at last, finding themselves unhurt, they grew braver, and looked about them. All around were great rocks and jagged pieces of granite, and they could easily see that they were underground, for above their heads were the roots of trees hanging down.
“Come, let us have a look round,” said Hip; “the ground is paved with little stones fitting closely together, so our journey will be easy.”
The path went on for some distance, getting narrower and narrower, till at last they had to go on their hands and knees; then the roof suddenly widened, and they found themselves in a large cave. Peering through the gloom, they saw the form of a maiden standing chained to a pillar of stone, whom they rightly judged to be the long lost Princess.
“Who are you?” she asked; “has the witch made two more prisoners?”
“No, no!” answered Hip; “we are two elves who have set out to look for the stolen Princess, and we think we will not have to search any more; for, unless we are very much mistaken, you are she, fair lady, and therefore we have come to rescue you and take you back to your own people.”
“Your news is good, indeed, and I am the long lost Princess, sirs,” she said. “See, the key of my fetters is under that stone.”
With some difficulty our heroes got the key, and soon the Princess was free. Full of gratitude, she put her arms around the two little elves and cried for joy.
“Now, tell me all about it,” she said, as she sat down between them. Having told her all, they asked what next should be done.
“Well,” said she, “the witch visits me once every seven days, and, as she came yesterday, I will not see her again for another week, so we must wait till to-night, when the witch mounts her broomstick, and sails away to see her sister, who lives in the back of the moon, and whom she visits every night. So, then, my dear little heroes, we will slip out of the door, and leave the witch for ever.”
“Well, dear lady,” said Hop, “I propose to set out as soon as possible.”
“Then let us start at once,” answered the maiden, “for I have been here longer than I care about; however, we can get back quicker than you came; see, here is a door that has never been opened, and can only be unfastened by the person or persons who come here successfully to rescue me. Open it, my friends, for it will yield to your touch.”
The door being opened, there was revealed a steep flight of steps. On reaching the top, they found themselves in a narrow passage. Running quickly along, they came to the hole through which our heroes had fallen.
It was very large and quite impossible to get over. Here they stopped in consternation.
“Oh!” cried Hop, “what shall we do?”
“And just as we were getting on so well,” sobbed the Princess.
“Yes, you were doing pretty well, my friends.” The words seemed to come from their feet, and looking down, they saw a huge black spider, as large as a man’s head, watching them. They all started back in terror.
“It’s all right,” said the spider, “you have nothing to fear from me. I am the friend of all who need my help, and you will need it, I see.”
“I don’t think you will be able to help us,” they murmured, disconsolately.
“Don’t you?” answered the spider quietly; “wait and see.”
Then he took a great jump, landing on the other side of the hole, leaving across the cavity a fine silken thread; then he went backwards and forwards many times, and each time the web became thicker and thicker. Thus he toiled till, at last, there was a strong bridge of glistening web over the hole.
Cautiously our friends tried it, and finding it perfectly strong, they ran nimbly across and landed in safety on the other side.
“Oh! dear spider,” they cried, “we are so—” But the spider was nowhere to be seen.
“What a pity he is gone,” murmured the Princess, “I did so want to thank him.”
Walking quickly down the passage, they soon arrived at the door, but found, as they expected, that it was securely locked.
“Well, now we will wait till to-night, when the witch will mount her broomstick and fly to the moon,” said the Princess.
“Look!” cried Hop, “let us hide behind this boulder, and then, when the witch opens the door, we will be able to slip out.” Having settled themselves comfortably, they waited till evening. At last, in the darkness they heard a shuffling noise, which told them the witch was approaching.
She struck a match, and, finding the latch of the door, unlocked it; but, somehow, she dropped the key, and, as she was groping for it, the Princess and the gnomes slipped through the open door, and went out into the night.
They had not gone very far when suddenly they heard a rustling in the bushes, and our heroes’ beautiful forest friend of the day before stood before them.
Her delight at seeing the Princess was great. She clapped her hands, skipped about, and danced with Hip and Hop in turn, and then embraced the Princess, while Hip and Hop related their adventures.
“And now,” said the Princess, when they had finished, “thanks to you, I am free, and I can return to my father’s palace.”
“Oh! Princess, there is no need to thank us, for we would do much more for you,” cried the two gnomes, “and we will always think of you, dear lady.”
“You darlings,” cried the Princess, who was getting quite gay at the prospect of going home, “I should like to marry you both, but as I cannot do that, promise me that you will come and be my pages. Now promise me—do.”
“Oh! yes, we promise, indeed we do,” cried they, dancing excitedly round her. “Three cheers for the Princess and our Forest Friend—Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!”
Far in the depths of a green wood lived an old gnome, and so wise was he that all the woodland sprites, the elves, the birds and the beasts went to him for advice.
Now, it happened that all the inhabitants of the wood were kept in a constant state of terror by a wicked dwarf, known by the name of “The Maker of Troubles.”
Everything that went wrong was arranged by him. If the cream refused to churn, you could thank him for it; if the fruit dropped off before it was ripe, he had a hand in it; if a little frightened elf lost himself in the wood, you may be sure that the dwarf had settled it carefully.
Well, one night, as the Wise Man of the Wood (for that was the name of the old gnome) was reading quietly under the shade of a large oak, with his little boy, Wonderkin, sitting opposite, one of the forest maidens came running up crying and ringing her hands in grief.
“O-oh,” she cried, “my youngest sister caught her foot in the chimney of the Maker of Troubles’ house, and fell right down under the earth, for he lives underground, you know? And, as I stood still in terror, I heard him say to her, as she fell thump on the floor, ‘Have you hurt yourself?’
“‘Yes,’ answered my sister, ‘very much.’
“‘Good!’ replied the old wretch. ‘I arranged that it should, and—’; but I did not hear any more, for I was so frightened that I rushed away to see you.”
“Well,” said the gnome, as she finished, “I will think it over; come back at this time to-morrow, and I will tell you my plan.”
“Very well,” replied the maiden, “I shall be here. Good-bye,” she called, as she ran up a mossy bank and disappeared from view.
At the appointed time the next day the maiden visited the gnome.
“Well,” said he in his gruff voice, “I have thought of a plan, a very good plan, too. The old dwarf has taken your sister far away to one of his unknown haunts, so the old owl told me this morning, and my plan is that you should go to the black pool, and wait there till the Maker of Troubles passes. As soon as he sees you he will at once seize you, and take you away to the place where he has hidden your sister. My little Wonderkin will, of course, follow you to find where he takes you, and then he will come back and tell me, and I will go at once and rescue you both. Now, what do you think of my plan?”
“Oh! I think it is splendid,” cried the maiden, skipping about and clapping her hands; “Wonderkin and I will go at once to the pool and wait till he comes.”
Arrived at the pool, the two sat down, Wonderkin hiding under a large mushroom, and the maiden sitting on the top.
At last the old dwarf came along, and, seeing the maiden, he immediately seized her and bound her hands behind her back, and fixed a heavy chain around her waist, and led her away. Wonderkin threw over himself a flimsy cloak that his father had made, which rendered him invisible, and hurried after them.
On and on they went. Now the track led down into a sunny valley, with fresh green grass and a sparkling stream. The air was full of sweet music from the throats of hundreds of bright birds that darted to and fro. Then suddenly one little bird, as he flew along was pounced upon by a large hawk and carried away.
“Good!” muttered the dwarf, “I arranged that carefully—I arrange everything carefully,” he said, turning to the maiden, who only looked proudly at him in answer.
The scenery began to grow wild and desolate. Huge rocks and boulders lay scattered around, and rugged cliffs towered upwards to the sky, and still the dwarf led the maiden on. At last, when suddenly turning the corner of a projecting rock, they came upon what looked like a huge yellow stone, which was the dwarf’s destination. When they came closer, Wonderkin noticed that it was a gigantic cheese set on end.
To this the dwarf led the maiden. Arrived at the great yellow mass he took off the maiden’s fetters, and opened a door in the side, and dragged her in with him. The poor prisoner felt terribly afraid as she was led inside the cheese, and placed in a dark room.
At last, as her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, she made out the form of her sister sitting dejectedly on the floor. Rushing to her, she embraced her tenderly, kissing her the while.
Here let us leave them, and follow Wonderkin, who, as soon as he saw the Maker of Troubles disappear into the cheese with the maiden, turned and set off homewards. Just as the daylight was dying away, he arrived at his home, and related to his father all that had happened.
“Well,” said the Wise Man, when he had finshed, “go and get my axe, for we must go and smash up his home.” Wonderkin having got the axe, they started away.
When they got to the dwarf’s house, they discovered him lying asleep just outside the door. The Wise Man was delighted when he saw this, for he had been longing to capture him.
He took out a large bottle from his pocket, and so huge was it that it was a mystery how it had got there. He then drew out the stopper, and a little puff of blue smoke curled upwards, floating away on the air. Then the Wise Man seized the dwarf, and stuffed him into the bottle, and, as the blue smoke was charmed, he grew smaller and smaller, till he fitted beautifully inside. Then the gnome put the stopper in the bottle and laid it down; and the dwarf, knowing nothing of this, slept on.
The Wise Man then cut a big hole in the back of the cheese. Having removed the piece of wall, father and son entered. There they saw the two sisters lying asleep on the floor. Little Wonderkin went forward and woke them up.
They all then went outside, and a strange sight met their view. The bottle in which the dwarf was entrapped was swaying from side to side, and the little man himself was springing up and down inside in a great rage, crying, “Let me out; let me out.”
“Ha! ha!” laughed the Wise Man, “you arranged your own capture very carefully indeed, didn’t you? ha! ha!” Despite his earnest entreaties to be let out, they carried him away to the gnome’s house, and there he was placed on a table and held up to ridicule.
The two maidens then went back to their home. When they arrived there they found their eldest sister in a great state of alarm. For, on returning the night before from a trip to the moon, she had found the house empty, and her sisters gone.
After relating their adventures, the three retired to rest.
The next day, they set off to have another look at the dwarf. How their eldest sister laughed when she saw him jumping up and down in the bottle, foaming with rage, and crying hoarsely: “Oh! let me out; let me out.”
The Wise Man then sent invitations to all the forest folk to come and see the Maker of Troubles, and hear how he was captured.
But that happened long, long ago, and the forest folk have never had any trouble since. The Maker of Troubles is still in the bottle, but has long since ceased to spring up and down, but sits quietly, gazing with sad eyes on any who came to look at him.
Perhaps he is thinking of his misdeeds, and all the muddles he has made, or, perhaps—but who can tell? I’m sure I cannot.
The forest grows more beautiful every day, and peace reigns over it, and if you penetrate into its heart at midnight, you would see three beautiful maidens dancing with a little boy.
Of course, I need not tell you who they are; but, perhaps, you would be more satisfied if I did. They are the three forest sisters and little Wonderkin, the son of the Wise Man of the Wood, and—well, that’s the end of my story.
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Last week, a report was published in Science describing the identification of hundreds of previously uncharacterized protein–protein interactions in E. coli and the pathogenic bacterium M. tuberculosis. These include both previously unknown protein complexes and previously uncharacterized components of known complexes. This research was led by postdoctoral fellow Qian Cong and included former Baker lab graduate student Sergey Ovchinnikov, now a John Harvard Distinguished Science Fellow at Harvard. Rosetta@home was used for much of the computing required for this work. Congratulations and thank you to all R@h volunteers.
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Colorado High School Football - D'Evelyn sneaks past The AcademySeptember 14, 2018: Denver, CO 80235
The D'Evelyn Jaguars (Denver, CO) football nudged the visiting The Academy Wildcats (Westminster, CO), 26-19 in Friday's non-league bout.
In their next game, the Jaguars face the Fort Lupton Bluedevils (Fort Lupton, CO) in a non-league bout, on Friday, September 21. D'Evelyn will attempt to move on its 2-1 season record. The Bluedevils enter the bout with a 1-2 record after their 35-0 non-league win over Riverdale Ridge (Thornton, CO).
The Wildcats (2-1) will now prepare for their bout against Middle Park (Granby, CO). The Panthers enter the non-league bout with a 2-1 record. In their last bout, Middle Park held off Steamboat Springs (Steamboat Springs, CO), 27-20, in a non-league bout.


‘Tis the season for a bit of old fashioned panic: “What do you mean, Christmas is next week already?!” or “I don’t even have half of my holiday shopping done!”
Fret not, dear art-loving souls. Here’s a quick list of arts and cultural gift ideas for the creative person on your list:
Minnesota Dance Theatre’s Nutcracker Fantasty.
Let’s face it, the Nutcracker is what everyone thinks of when they think: holidays and ballet. Our very own local MN Dance Theatre has been performing their version of this timeless classic for 39 years!
Turquoise Handmade Pottery Mug or Dancing Silhouette Mug
Love art? How about dance? Need coffee? Yep, that’s what we thought. We’ve got you covered with these two mugs for the sleep-deprived artists in your life.
Tickets to the Royal New Zealand Ballet
Everyone loves ballet, especially exquisitely performed ballet by world-class companies! This performance of a mixed repertoire from Royal New Zealand Ballet has a little something for everyone (including a piece from Benjamin Millipied of Black Swan!).
Screen Prints by Local Artist Adam Turman
Turman’s screenprints capture the hipster/artsy/beer-loving/bicycle-riding/proud state of Minnesota. Take a gander, there are lots of options!
The Audacious Eye Exhibit at Minneapolis Institute of Arts
Art appreciation knows no boundaries. The current exhibit at MIA has 120 workds of art that give visitors “unusually rich and personal insights into the scope of Japanese art and the nature of connoisseurship.” Get two tickets, and go with a friend or loved one!


Deputy Assistant Commissioner (DAC) Sue Akers, who is leading the Metropolitan Police's latest inquiries into allegations of phone hacking, email hacking and corrupt payments, said payments did not amount to an "odd drink or meal" but "frequent" and "sometimes significant" amounts.
Evidence suggested that one public official was paid around £80,000 over a period of years and indicated that a journalist received more than £150,000 over several years to pay "sources", she said.
The inquiry heard police were investigating "possible offences" of corruption, misconduct in public office and conspiracy.
DAC Akers said a number of Sun employees and police officers - plus a member of the Ministry of Defence and a member of the armed forces - had been arrested and she gave an update on the investigation.
"It (the investigation) suggests payments were being made to public officials in all areas of public life," she said.
"There also appears to have been a culture at The Sun of illegal payments and systems created to facilitate those payments."
Lord Justice Leveson asked to be kept informed of the progress of police inquiries and said he did not intend to allow his inquiry to prejudice any criminal investigations.


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Suffolk Chamber of Commerce’s Quarterly Economic Survey (QES) for April to June has shown a worrying further decline in a batch of key business performance indicators, although there is also continued evidence of a longer-term resilience.
Significantly, manufacturers and service companies recorded declines in both projected turnover and profitability for the next 12 months compared with the first quarter of 2022.
Manufacturing firms saw a six percentage point reduction in future turnover projections, with service companies showing a 20 percentage point fall. However, the balances for both remain in positive territory with more expecting an improvement than those anticipating a decline.
Manufacturers reported a 35 percentage point fall in their future profitability projections, whilst there was an 18 percentage fall among service firms. The balance for manufacturers is now -20% (ie by a 20 percentage point difference, more are expecting a fall than an improvement in profitability), although service companies are still in positive territory – albeit by only three percentage points.
The overwhelming majority (91%) of firms reported that inflation was a concern, with a net balance of 88% of manufacturers and 71% of service companies suggesting that they, in turn, planned to raise their own prices rather than keep them unchanged or reduce them.
Corporate taxation remained the second biggest worry for respondents with a third of them identifying that as an issue.
There was a continuation of a number of key trends over the last year, including further declines in domestic sales and orders and export sales for manufacturers and in domestic and export sales and export orders for service companies.
Recruitment demand remains strong, particularly in the manufacturing sector, although almost all firms who tried to recruit still experienced difficulties in doing so. There are indications that the recent record high vacancy levels may be about to fall away, with the future employment expectation showing initial signs of decline.
The second quarter saw something of a bounce back for the cashflow situation for all firms, although there was a further fall (10 percentage points) in the amount of money manufacturers were spending on training staff.
Paul Simon, head of public affairs & strategic communications at Suffolk Chamber commented: “These latest figures continue to evidence the slow and steady decline in business activity and sentiment that we have witnessed over the last 18 months or so. At one level it is a testimony to the resilience and fortitude of the county’s business communities that most of the measures recorded in our Quarterly Economic Surveys remain in positive territory.
“That said, the declines in expected profitability and turnover and the weaknesses in orders and sales, especially in export markets, does show that a pro-business programme of temporary tax reductions could provide the breathing space businesses need to ride out the challenges of the next year.
“We must do everything we can to avoid even the hint of a recession. Whilst businesses will drive our recovery, Government has a part to play in lifting some of the burdens it has imposed upon companies through its taxation system”
Suffolk Chamber is continuing to call for the Government to implement a pro-business programme aimed at lightening both the fiscal burdens on businesses and through short-term support for SMEs to offset the rising cost of energy and fuel.
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A two-year funded project has been given the thumbs up by the Heritage Lottery.
It follows on from a successful Heritage Enabler Project, public consultation and development of a 10 year Heritage Strategy.
‘Curating Luton-Place making’ will help to develop support for community organisations delivering heritage activity across town. There are also plans to develop a five-year ‘community –owned’ Heritage Implementation Plan.
Cllr Rob Roche, portfolio holder responsible for Heritage at Luton Council, said: “This is an exciting time for Luton and we are hugely grateful for this funding. ‘Curating Luton-Place making’ will help to develop support for community organisations delivering Heritage activity across the town.
“This will show our collective commitment to curating Luton, and will help to ensure that Luton’s sense of place is anchored through its heritage and that wellbeing, civic pride and our identity, as a proud industrious town will be celebrated and sustained”.
There will be opportunities for people to get involved including a new grant of up to £2k for individuals who can offer innovative ways to engage their communities with heritage. Last year schoolgirl DJ K Splash was funded to present a VIP evening interviewing older people from her community.
Last year’s Heritage Open Days offer will also be built on and community organisations will be invited to contribute to September’s Month of Heritage activities across town.
Heritage professionals delivering a community project can get involved in the co-development of the 5-year Heritage Implementation Plan. Young heritage ambassadors advocating for their community, and anyone wanting to contribute to this September’s Month of Heritage programme can also get involved. Please email [email protected]

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This year in October the Swedish Embassy will be screening films made and produced by Swedish actorsOctober 04th, 2022
The Embassy of Sweden will show Swedish movies to the German public on the 25th of this October. The screening will be in the evening at 18.30–20.00.
The movie of this year will be “Världens vackraste pojke” directed by Kristina Lindström and Kristian Petri. The film is a documentary, spanning one and a half hours and is about the Italian filmmaker Luchino Visconti.
The documentary will showcase the travels of Luchino Visconti when he travelled through Europe in order to find the “perfect boy” for the Death in Venice in 1970. He wanted the most beautiful person to play the role. In Stockholm, Visconti found Björn Andrésen, a shy boy of fifteen years. Andrésen became internationally famous overnight, which caused him to spend his teenage years in Venice, London, Japan and the film festival Cannes in France. Fifty years after the premier of Death in Venice Andrésen brings viewers on a journey through personal memories, film history, stardom and tragic occasions. It could be Andrésen’s last attempt at getting control of his life.
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MEDFORD (CBS) – A 31-year-old Bedford man was killed in a single-car rollover crash on Interstate 93 in Medford on Saturday morning.
Just before 10 a.m., officers responded to the crash, which occurred just south of the Stoneham line on Route 93 southbound near Exit 33.READ MORE: Keller @ Large: Candidate Jon Santiago Says Boston Mayoral Race 'Transcends Politics'
The Bedford resident was the driver of the car, a 2003 Chevrolet Suburban. He was pronounced dead at the scene by EMS responders.READ MORE: 'Unthinkable Loss': 2 Cousins Drown While Skipping Rocks At Waldo Lake In Brockton
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The story has been rendered less meaningful, justly, but the story persists, offstage for now, waiting. The story is this: Three months into various degrees of ongoing or softening societal responses to a generational pandemic, American professional and major college sports continue to lurch forward toward a resumption of seasons interrupted (NBA, NHL) or the launching of seasons that once seemed certain to be postponed (NFL, college football). Some sports have already resumed (auto racing, for instance) or never stopped (horse racing, for instance). The particulars of these seasons remain under discussion, some organizations closer than others.
Put aside for a moment the debate over whether playing games is safe or appropriate at this time, or whether seasons begun will be completed. That’s a deep, dark hole that I’d prefer to observe from the edge, rather than leap into. League and sport and college officials are in a place they never imagined and never planned for, and about which they know as much as they can absorb, but less than they would like to know. (Medical professionals are still learning about the virus, and insist they will be learning for a long time). They are businessmen (and women, but mostly men), making business decisions, presumably with their employees’ and others’ best interests at heart.
As the resumption of NBA and NHL games unrolls, even without fans in attendance, and as the NFL and college football prepare to start, there is soon to be a steady chorus of assurances that sports are going to heal our wounded country. Stepping back: America can absolutely use some sports right now. No argument there. But that word: Heal. Society is both literally and metaphorically scarred by, first, the pandemic; and next by civil unrest following the death of George Floyd, a Black man, at the hands of four Minneapolis police officers – and beyond that to the issue of systemic racism by police against Black citizens in the United States. Suggesting that some games can heal all of that is a big ask. Especially since games are also part of the problem.
But that does not mean there is no opportunity here. Consider what major league sports are to their audience: Entertainment. Right? Simple. That takes many forms: An NFL game attracts its giant audience because some people are passionate fans of one of the teams involved. And because some people play fantasy. And because some gamble on the outcome. And because some just love the game and love watching it, because they watched with their dad or their brothers and sisters or because they played a little in high school or because it connects them to a broader community. A similar set of motivations can be applied to almost all major sports – and sporting events — in the country (in different numbers, of course). The games bind us, in many ways. They do good things.
But: They are entertainment, and often that entertainment is provided by Black performers for an audience that is overwhelmingly white. (This is true in the NFL and major college football, vastly more true in the NBA and major college basketball, less true in baseball, not true in hockey, but that does not mean that hockey has no problems with race. It does. You can keep going down the list; it is most true in the biggest, most-watched sports in the country). This is a discomforting reality that is rarely confronted, but looms as inescapable in the wake of the last two weeks’ demonstrations and unrest. There has always been a gulf between fans and athletes. That gulf has grown wider over the last half-century as two things have happened: Sports have become blacker and athletes have become wealthier. This has increasingly led to many fans viewing athletes dispassionately, with more attention to their lifestyle and miscues, and less to their humanity. Or, put another way, with more attention to the ways in which athletes are different from fans, and less to the ways in which they are alike.
Over the years, when I have written words asking for empathy with athletes for enduring hardships – such as brain trauma from head blows in football – the most common response is that those athletes are well compensated for their hardships. Pay me $10 million and you can hit me in the head, too. That sort of thing. It always seemed remarkably cold to me, as if wealth could offset every possible challenge in life. It’s not binary. But in all of this, the physical wall between athletes and fans became metaphysical, too.
George Floyd’s life was much the like the lives of the Black athletes we watch on weekends and weeknights. As my former colleague, Michael Rosenberg, wrote for Sports Illustrated, “Scan the roster of your favorite pro team, and you will find somebody who was scrounging for meals as a teenager and in the top 0.01 percent of earners in their 20s.” The athletes understand that connection deeply and implicitly. In Floyd’s death, they see their own place in the same society, separated – but not necessarily protected – by the random commodity of athletic talent.
Caron Butler, who played 14 years in the NBA before retiring in 2016, wrote a searing, first-person piece for The Players’ Tribune.
“When I saw brother George Floyd being pinned down and kneeled upon … a whole lot of images flashed through my mind.
“These memories came back.
“And I’m gon’ tell you like this, as someone arrested more than 15 times in my life: I almost never had a positive interaction with the police.
“Not just coming up, either. Shit — I got pulled over when I was in the NBA already.”
As part of a roundtable discussion for The Athletic, former Phillies’ All-Star Jimmy Rollins said: “Obviously, our white counterparts, they have a completely different view. They don’t have to grow up having that talk — and we all know what that talk is. They don’t have to get in a car, drive down the street knowing I didn’t do anything wrong, but this cop has been behind me for two blocks, something’s about to happen. They don’t have those fears. And every time something like this happens, as a player, you know exactly what is going on. When you get in the clubhouse, you do look at your counterparts, they’re going about their day as if nothing happened. And you’ve got three or four guys in the clubhouse looking at each other like, “Man. You see that? You know what that’s about. What can we do?” Then it’s four versus 21. It makes you a little uncomfortable.”
This week, Saints’ future Hall of Fame quarterback Drew Brees and teammate Malcolm Jenkins provided a modern – and real-time demonstration – of the divide Rollins described, a racial divide inside a locker room (and one which is separate from, but not unlike, the fan-athlete divide).
In interview posted by Yahoo Finance, Brees was asked to reflect back on Colin Kaepernick’s 2016 protest. Kaepernick’s protest has become newly examined because, as critics of ongoing demonstrations argue that peaceful actions are more appropriate than violent ones, it has been widely noted that Kaepernick’s very peaceful protest almost certainly ended his football career. Brees responded: “I will never agree with anybody disrespecting the flag of the United States or our country.” He went on to describe his pride that two grandfathers served in World War II and that he becomes emotional when remembering them during the playing of the anthem. He concluded: “Is everything right with our country right now? No, it’s not. We still have a long way to go. But I think what you do by standing there, showing respect for the flag, with your hand over your heart, is that we’re all in this together and we can all do better and that we’re all part of the solution.”
Jenkins, who is returning to the Saints after six seasons in Philadelphia, posted an emotional response on Instagram. “Drew Brees, if you don’t understand how hurtful and how insensitive your comments are, you are part of the problem.” Later: “Here we are in 2020, with the whole country on fire. Everybody is witnessing a Black man dying, murdered at the hands of the police, in cold blood, for the whole country to see, and the first thing you do is criticize one peaceful protest that was years ago… because it doesn’t fit with what you know, and with your beliefs, without even acknowledging that a man was murdered at the hands of the police.”
Many other Black NFL players – and other Black athletes, including LeBron James — lined up behind Jenkins in calling out Brees. On Thursday morning, Brees posted an apology on Instagram; it included an image of white and Black hands clasped, which is clearly aspirational in the moment.
Two other things. 1) Brees’s pre-apology stance was not materially changed from 2016. 2) Kaepernick was never protesting the flag, or the national anthem; he was protesting the violence by police against young Black men, which has heightened relevance today. Although Kaepernick does not have a job in football.
In the current societal unrest, there is a chance for white fans to better appreciate the athletes whose work they consume. Activism in the current societal unrest, there is a chance for white fans to better appreciate the athletes whose work they consume. Activism would be a stronger position, but lord knows, a stab at understanding would be a worthy first step. Some white men in power have tried this week. Predictably, Gregg Popovich was among the most forceful, telling Dave Zirin in The Nation, “The thing that strikes me is that we all see this police violence and racism, and we’ve seen it all before, but nothing changes. That’s why these protests have been so explosive,” he said. “But without leadership and an understanding of what the problem is, there will never be change. And white Americans have avoided reckoning with this problem forever, because it’s been our privilege to be able to avoid it. That also has to change.”
On the same day, in an interview with the Austin American-Statesman, Texas football coach Tom Herman, when asked if fans understood what it was like to be a Black athlete at Texas, said, “Absolutely not. No. No way… If you’re white, we can’t (understand). I will never know, you will never know, none of us will ever know what it’s like to have that genuine fear. When I make an illegal U-turn and get pulled over, I fear about what the cost of the ticket is going to be. I don’t fear that I’m going to get dragged out of my car and maybe killed because of something I said or did. And that’s real for them.”
And more: “There’s a double standard maybe a little bit. We’re going to pack 100,000 people into DKR and millions watch on TV that are predominantly white — not all of them certainly, but most of ’em white. We’re gonna cheer when they score touchdowns, and we’re gonna hug our buddy when they get sacks or an interception.
“But we gonna let them date our daughter? Are we going to hire them in a position of power in our company? That’s the question I have for America. You can’t have it both ways.”
On Tuesday night, I reached out to sports psychologist Harry Edwards, Ph.D, who has been on the sports-and-civil-rights front lines for more than 50 years. I gently suggested that perhaps the events of this week had altered the calculus in some way, that some part of white American was better understanding the athletes they cheer, perhaps even Kaepernick, and long before him, Tommie Smith and John Carlos. Dr. Edwards forcefully corrected me, as he will do:
“NO!,” said Edwards (his emphasis). “Because the source of their antipathy to protesting athletes is not the validity or credibility of the protesting athletes’ arguments. Problem is that Black people have never been viewed as creditable witnesses to their own experiences, as creditable articulators of their own interpretations of those experiences, going all the way back to the times when slaves were declaring, `We want to be free!’ and the slave masters said, `Our slaves are happy!” And we know who won that struggle over definitional authority.”
More specifically, on the current unrest, Edwards, said, “White Americans might have been compelled to look in the mirror by the George Floyd lynching, but largely they still look away from the realities of Black life – and they most certainly will continue to condemn activist athlete protests which are likely to continue and intensify. There has never been a protest against race-based injustice to which mainstream White America has said `AMEN.’ When that changes, I will be hopeful that activist athletes will be seen in a different light as well.”
Sports cannot fix a centuries-old problem. But sports can help. But not just the athletes, It is time for much more of the audience to better understand the entertainers. Until that happens, there is a wall between two sets of Americans. There is adulation, but not respect. Awe, but not appreciation. Fanaticism, but not empathy.
Not healing, wounding.
Tim Layden is writer-at-large for NBC Sports. He was previously a senior writer at Sports Illustrated for 25 years.


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Structural Ceramic Nanocomposites: A Review of Properties and Powders’ Synthesis Methods
AbstractCeramic nanocomposites are attracting growing interest, thanks to new processing methods enabling these materials to go from the research laboratory scale to the commercial level. Today, many different types of nanocomposite structures are proposed in the literature; however, to fully exploit their exceptional properties, a deep understanding of the materials’ behavior across length scales is necessary. In fact, knowing how the nanoscale structure influences the bulk properties enables the design of increasingly performing composite materials. A further key point is the ability of tailoring the desired nanostructured features in the sintered composites, a challenging issue requiring a careful control of all stages of manufacturing, from powder synthesis to sintering. This review is divided into four parts. In the first, classification and general issues of nanostructured ceramics are reported. The second provides basic structure–property relations, highlighting the grain-size dependence of the materials properties. The third describes the role of nanocrystalline second-phases on the mechanical properties of ordinary grain sized ceramics. Finally, the fourth part revises the mainly used synthesis routes to produce nanocomposite ceramic powders, underlining when possible the critical role of the synthesis method on the control of microstructure and properties of the sintered ceramics. View Full-Text
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