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Paper by L. P. Mitchell, June 14, 1895
No full textPaper read before the George W. Lennard Post 148, G.A.R. New Castle, Indiana
L. P. Mitchell Paper, MSS.1665
No full textAbstract: This collection consists of a handwritten memoir written by L. P. Mitchell, describing his life, both growing up in Indiana and in the Army, which was read to the George W. Lennard post of the Grand Army of the Republic, New Castle, Indiana, on June 14, 1895. Mitchell may have served in the 139th Indiana Volunteer Infantry, whose service consisted of nothing more strenuous than guarding railroads in Tennessee and Alabama during the war's latter months.Scope and Content Note: This collection consists of a handwritten memoir titled "Retrospective of the War, of Mitchell's Civil War experiences, both growing up in Indiana and in the Army," which was read to the George W. Lennard post of the Grand Army of the Republic, New Castle, Indiana, on June 14, 1895. Mitchell never mentions his regimental number, but, judging by the date he states that it was mustered into the service--June 8, 1864--it was perhaps the 139th Indiana Volunteer Infantry, whose service consisted of nothing more strenuous than guarding railroads in Tennessee and Alabama during the war's latter months. This fact is reflected in Mitchell's reminiscences, which contain no reference to war service other than the adventure of traveling from Indianapolis to Nashville.Biographical/Historical Note: Civil War soldier from New Castle, Indiana
My name i s Sanford Barnes, I come from a Northern town,
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Transcribed by Kyle Perrin Item 4
Merlin Mitchell
F a y e t t e v i l l e , Ark.
July 10, 1950
The State of Arkansas
My name i s Sanford Barnes, I come from a Northern town,
I ' v e traveled t h i s wide world over, I've traveled t h i s wide world arornd,
Through ups and downs and miseries and some good days I ' v e saw,
But I never new what misery was ' t i l I came to Arkansas.
I landed in Ft. Smith one s u l t r y afternoon,
I stepped across the depot and I walked into a saloon,
Up stepped a living skeleton and he handed me his paw,
He said he ran the best hotel in the State of Arkansas.
I follered my conductor t o his f i n e dwelling place,
There was novelty depicted in his melancholy face,
His hair hung down in rat t a i l s on his long and lantern jaw,
He was a perty f a i r type of a l l the gents I met in Arkansas.
I st a r t e d out next morning t o catch that early t r a i n,
He says, Don't be in a hurry, lad; I ' v e got some land to drain,
I ' l l pay you 50 a day and all that you can chaw,
You'll find yourself a d i f f e r e n t man when you leave Arkansas.
Well, I worked six weeks for that son-of-a-gun, Jed Harrin was his name,
He was six foot tall in his stocking f e e t and he looked like a crane,
His bread i t was corn dodger, his meat you couldn't chaw,
And t h a t ' s the kind of hash they had in the State of Arkansas.
He fed me on corn dodgers as hard as any rock,
' T i l a l l my t e e t h began to loose, my knees began to knock,
I got so thing on Sassafras tea I could hide behind a straw,
Indeed I was a different man when I l e f t Arkansas.
Farewell t o these swamp angels, to cane breaks and c h i l l s,
Farewell t o sage and sassafras and t o corn dodger p i l l s,
I'm going to the Indian Nation, going to marry me a squaw,
So, catch me back there if you can in the S t a t e of Arkansas.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Oh, if you went to go a - s p a r k i n ' , I ' l l t e l l you where to go,
No full textvoiceCollected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Ferrin
Mary Briscoe
High, Ark.
April 15, 1950
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I f You Want to Go A-Sparkin'
Oh, if you went to go a - s p a r k i n ' , I ' l l t e l l you where to go,
Down on the creek, down here below,
The l i t t l e kids a-crying with t h e i r heads not combed.
Oh, they asked me t o dinner and I thought I ' d eat,
They put i t on me t o carve up the meat,
Give me an old knife without airy fork,
Sawed half an hour and I couldn't make a mark.
I sawed and I sawed and I got i t out of the plate,
One of the g i r l s said, you'd better wait,
I sawed and I sawed and I got i t on the floor,
I gave i t a kick and I sent i t through the door.
One of the girls said, You'd better run,
Yonder comes dad with his double barreled gun,
I jumped to the door j u s t as brave as a bear,
And I tangled up my fingers in the old j a d e ' s hair.
Oh, one of them g i r l s said, You'd b e t t e r run,
I jumped t o the door just as brave as a bear,
And I tangled up my f i n g e r s in the old man's h a i r.
F i r s t thing they give me was an old grey horse,
Already saddled f o r to throw my l eg across,
I jumped in the saddle and I spurred him with my heel,
And the crooked legged devil throwed me half across the f i e l d.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Oh, i f you want to go a-sparking, I ' l l t e l l you where to go,
No full textvoiceColle cted by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin
Reel 24
Item 7
Fred High
High, Ark.
March 16, 1950
The Sparkin' Song
Oh, i f you want to go a-sparking, I ' l l t e l l you where to go,
Down the creek, down here below,
Went down there and the old folks gone,
Childern a l l a-crying with th e ir heads not combed.
Oh, they asked me to dinner and I thought I 'd e a t,
They put i t on me to carve up the meat;
Give me an old dull knife without a iry fork,
I sawed a half an hour and I couldn't make a mark.
Oh, I sawed and I sawed and I got i t out of the p la te ,
One of them g i r l s said, You'd b e tte r wait,
Sawed and I sawed and I got i t on the f lo o r ,
And I give i t a l i t t l e kick and I sent i t to the door.
One of them gir l s said, You'd b e tte r run,
For yonder comes dad with a double-barrelled gun;
I jumped to the door ju s t as brave as a bear,
And I tangled up my fingers in the old gent's h a ir .
Oh, the f i r s t step he give me was an old grey horse,
Already saddled fo r to throw my leg a c ro s s ,
I jumped in the saddle and I spurred him with my he e l,
And the crooked legged devil throwed me half across the f ie ld .
High..That's about a l l I know of i t . There's another verse or two.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
On a Summer day when the waves were rippled by a s o f t and gentle breeze,
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Transcribed by Kyle Perrin Item 4
High, Ark.
April 15, 1950
The Ship That Never Returned
On a Summer day when the waves were rippled by a s o f t and gentle breeze,
A ship set s a i l for a f a r off landing for they fought beyond the seas;
There were sad farewells and loving smiles but their hearts was yet discerned,
For they knew i t not as a solemn parting f o r the good ship never returned.
No, she never returned, no, she never returned, and her f a t e l i e s yet unlearned,
For years and years there were fond hearts waiting for the ship that never
returned.
Said a feeble lad to his anxious mother when they crossed the deep blue sea,
For the s a f e r chance in a foreign climate where is health and strength for me,
So, she sent him f o r t h with a kiss and blessing on the ship that never returned.
J u s t one more t r i p said the (gayland) seaman as he kissed his weeping wife,
J u s t one more bag of a golden treasure and we will s e t t l e down for l i f e;
We'll s e t t l e down in a cozy cottage and enjoy the r i s k we've earned,
But, alas, poor man, he sailed commanding on the ship that never returned.
No, she never returned, no, she never returned, and her f a t e l i e s yet unlearned,
For years and years there were fond hearts waiting f o r the ship that never
returned.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
The L-p-to-L-q boundedness of commutators with applications to the Jacobian operator
No full textSupplying the missing necessary conditions, we complete the characterisation of the L-p -> L-q boundedness of commutators [b, T] of pointwise multiplication and Calderon-Zygmund operators, for arbitrary pairs of 1 q, our results are new even for special classical operators with smooth kernels. As an application, we show that every f is an element of L-p(R-d) can be represented as a convergent series of normalised Jacobians J(u) = det del uof u is an element of (over dot(W))(1,dp)(R-d)(d). This extends, from p = 1 to p > 1, a result of Coifman, Lions, Meyer and Semmes about J:. (over dot(W))(1,d)(R-d)(d) -> H-1(R-d), and supports a conjecture of Iwaniec about the solvability of the equation Ju = f is an element of L-p(R-d). (C) 2021 The Author(s). Published by Elsevier Masson SAS.Peer reviewe
The Opinion – Volume 43, No. 2, Winter 1997
No full textSelected Table of Contents WMCL to allow military recruiters back on campus Sexual Orientation Discrimination: A Personal Perspective / Nemmers, Katie The Impractability of Legal Experience: The Dilemma of Non-Traditional Law Students / Gottschalk, Randall E. From the Client\u27s Perspective Ramblings From a One-L / Zeman, Stephanie The Field of Carl Pohlad\u27s Dreams / Gibbons, Michael P.
Editorial Board
Gerlach, Charles S.; Botham, Debbie; Conroy, Tom; Gibbons, Michael; Ravnitzky, Mike; Connor, Crystal, Frundt, David; Anderson, Coreyhttps://open.mitchellhamline.edu/the-opinion/1152/thumbnail.jp
Douglas Mitchell
No full textGay Copeland of Sonora, left, president of the National Cutting Horse Association, presented a silver belt buckle to Douglas Mitchell of Fort Worth, retiring secretary of the group since 1918. Mitchell\u27s successor is L. P. Bloodworth of Sonora. Published in Fort Worth Star-Telegram morning edition February 3, 1952.https://mavmatrix.uta.edu/specialcollections_startelegram1950s/17403/thumbnail.jp
Come a l l you Missouri g i r l s and l i s t e n to my noise,
No full textvoiceCollected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin
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Item 2
Doney Hammondtree
F a y e t t e v i l l e , Ark.
July 10, 1950
The Arkansas Boys
Come a l l you Missouri g i r l s and l i s t e n to my noise,
Be c a r e f u l how you wed those Arkansas boys,
For i f you do, your portion shall be,
Johnny cake and venison, t h i s y o u ' l l see,
Johnny cake and venison, t h i s you'll see.
When you f i r s t go in t h e y ' l l bid you take a chair,
The very next word, Old Daddy's k i l l e d a deer,
The very next word, before you s i t down,
Oh, Madam, a i n ' t your johnny cake a-baking nighty brown,
Oh, Madam, a i n ' t your johnny cake a-baking mighty brown.
Oh, when they go t o meeting, I ' l l t e l l you what they wear,
Their old ducking pants all pitched in t a r e,
Their old cotton socks that they wore the winger round,
Their old coarse boots with t h e i r tops turned down,
Their old coarse boots with their tops turned down.
Oh, as you go along, you'll see a l i t t l e f i e l d,
A peek t o the a c r e ' s a l l i t ' l l yield,
A l i t t l e old hut worth f i f t e e n cents,
Tar pole waggon end an old brush fence,
Tar pole waggon and an old brush fence.
Oh, when they go t o farming, I ' l l t e l l you what they plow,
A l i t t l e muley calf or a long-horned cow,
And here they go wiJh a whoop-gee-haw,
And t h a t ' s about the way of Arkansas,
And t h a t ' s about the way of Arkansas.
Oh, when you go in, i t ' s d i r t to your knees,
When you go t o bed, i t ' s to a bed of f l e a s,
Some have bills and some have horns,
Some plenty big enough t o t o t e a grain a-corn,
Some plenty big enough to t o t e a grain a-corn.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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