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Harold E. Stassen 2001 Deaths
Harold E. StassenAge: 93 politician who was known as the “boy wonder” of politics. He was elected governor of Minnesota in 1938 at age 31. Stassen unsuccessfully sought the Republican…Howard E. Johnson 2000 Deaths
Howard E. Johnson(Stretch Johnson),Age: 85 tap dancer, Communist, and activist who performed with the Duke Ellington Orchestra at the Cotton Club and the Apollo. Died: Bronx, New York, May 28…Alan E. Cober 1998 Deaths
Alan E. Coberillustrator Newspaper, magazine and book illustrator who combined modern art with commercial art in works which appeared in The New York Times, Time, Life, and his children's…Norman E. Isaacs 1998 Deaths
Norman E. IsaacsAge: 89 prominent newspaper editor and press expert. He was a former president of the American Society of Newspaper Editors. Died: March 7, 1998.Anna May HutchisonG - LBuddy…A. E. Housman: Bredon Hill
Bredon HillIn summertime on Bredon[1] The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A happy noise to hear.Here of a Sunday morning My love…A. E. Housman: Clunton and Clunbury,
Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun.In valleys of springs of rivers, By Ony and Teme and Clun, The country for easy livers, The quietest…A. E. Housman: Hughley Steeple
Hughley SteepleThe vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people, And there lie friends of mine. Tall in their midst the tower Divides the shade and…A. E. Housman: The Carpenter's Son
The Carpenter's Son"Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: Live, lads, and I will die.""Oh, at home had I but stayed 'Prenticed to…A. E. Housman: The Day of Battle
The Day of Battle"Far I hear the bugle blow To call me where I would not go, And the guns begin the song, 'Soldier, fly or stay for long.'""Comrade, if to turn and fly Made a soldier never…A. E. Housman: The Immortal Part
The Immortal PartWhen I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me say, "Another night, another day.""When shall this slough of sense be cast, This…