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Izzy

In an age when young men, setting out on a career of journalism, must find their niche in some huge newspaper or magazine combine, I am a wholly independent newspaperman, standing alone, without organizational or party backing, beholden to no one but my good readers. I am even one up on Benjamin Franklin — I do not accept advertising.

By I.F. Stone February 2018
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The Politician

After damning politicians up hill and down dale for many years, as rogues and vagabonds, frauds and scoundrels, I sometimes suspect that, like everyone else, I often expect too much of them.

By H.L. Mencken January 2018
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The Gettysburg Address

Government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

By Abraham Lincoln December 2017
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For Eli Jacobson

There are few of us now, soon
There will be none. We were comrades
Together, we believed we
Would see with our own eyes the new
World where man was no longer
Wolf to man, but men and women
Were all brothers and lovers
Together. We will not see it.
By Kenneth Rexroth November 2017
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The low road

What can they do
to you? Whatever they want.

By Marge Piercy October 2017
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One Of Us

Once upon a time there was an abbot of a monastery who was very good friends with the rabbi of a local synagogue. It was Europe, and times were hard. . . .

By Megan McKenna September 2017
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The Cell Door Closes

It is a unique sound. A cell door has no handle, either outside or inside. It cannot be shut except by being slammed. It is made of massive steel and concrete, about four inches thick, and every time it falls to there is a resounding crash just as though a shot has been fired. But this report dies away without an echo. Prison sounds are echoless and bleak.

By Arthur Koestler July 2017
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The Good Samaritan

from The Gospel Of Luke

Once a certain scribe stood up and said, “Rabbi, what must I do to gain eternal life?”

By Stephen Mitchell June 2017
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The Emperor’s New Clothes

Many years ago there was an Emperor so exceedingly fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on being well dressed. He cared nothing about reviewing his soldiers, going to the theater, or going for a ride in his carriage, except to show off his new clothes.

By Hans Andersen May 2017
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The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, / With conquering limbs astride from land to land; / Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand / A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

By Emma Lazarus April 2017