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ISLEÑO SPANISH (Spanish: ) is a dialect of the Spanish language spoken by the descendants of Canary Islanders who settled in St. Bernard Parish, Louisiana during the late eighteenth century.[1][2][3][4][5] This dialect was greatly influenced by adjacent language communities as well as immigration from peninsular Spain and other Spanish-speaking countries.[6][7][8] The dialect spoken by the Isleños who settled along Bayou Lafourche is differentiated as Brule Spanish.[9][10]

In the present day, Isleño Spanish is approaching complete extinction.[11][12][13] Through the twentieth century, modernization and urbanization came to greatly disrupt the transmission of Spanish along coupled by the hardships of natural disasters.[14][15][16] The remaining Spanish speakers of the community tend to be elderly individuals from fishing communities of eastern St. Bernard Parish.[17][18]

History

The Isleños are descendants of colonists from the Canary Islands who arrived in Spanish Louisiana between 1778 and 1783.[19][20] It estimated that about 2,000 Canary Islanders were settled into a series of communities, one of those coming to be known as San Bernardo (Saint Bernard).[21][22]

Early in the establishment of this community, a minority of Acadians were present along with Filipinos from the nearby community of Saint Malo which intermarried with the Canary Islanders.[23] In the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, the community was reinforced by immigration from rural, peninsular Spanish regions such as Andalusia, Santander, Galicia, and Catalonia.[24] A survey conducted in 1850 found at least 63 natives of Spain, 7 Canary Islanders, 7 Cubans, and 7 Mexicans in the community.[25]

Decline

The 1915 New Orleans hurricane destroyed much of the Isleño fishing communities situated in eastern St. Bernard Parish.[26] Only a couple years later, the Spanish flu pandemic left over one thousand people dead in St. Bernard Parish.[27] With the adoption of the Louisiana Constitution of 1921, public schooling was conducted in English.[28]

After World War II, urbanization and modernization played a greater effect on the community the retention of Spanish.[29][30][31][32] This was compounded by Hurricane Betsy in 1965 which severely damaged much of Isleño community and presence in St. Bernard Parish.[33] In 2005, Hurricane Katrina devastated the community and only a fraction of Isleño families have returned to their original communities.[34][35]

Currently, the transmission of the Spanish language has halted completely along with the preservation of many traditions.[36][37][38] Those who know Isleño Spanish or speak the dialect as a first language are often elderly community members.[39][40][41]

Phonology

In many respects Isleño Spanish shares an array of similarities with the other Spanish dialects generally of the Caribbean, the Canary Islands, and rural Spain.[42][43][44]

Similar to much of Latin America, the Canary Islands, and southern Spain, Isleño Spanish merges the phonemes /θ/ and /s/ into the single phoneme /s/, a phenomenon known as seseo.[45][46] Additionally, Isleño Spanish lacks /ʎ/, with /j/ being weak and beginning to approach [ʒ] in the word-initial position.[47][48][49][50]

-   /d/ experiences deletion in word-finally and is elided in words such as [uhté] 'you' and [ˈna] 'nothing'.[51][52][53]
-   /g/, just as /b/ and /d/, experiences elision in words like [seúro] 'sure, certain'.[54][55][56]
-   /n/ is highly variable, with word-final /n/ being realized more often as [n] and occasionally [ŋ].[57][58]
-   /r/ is realized differently in its preconsonantal forms resulting in [l], [ɾ] [ɸ], and [h], with its word-final form being habitually deleted.[59][60][61][62]
-   /s/ is possesses variable behavior where it is aspirated to [h] in preconsonantal and word-final positions, but is preserved in some instances.[63][64][65][66]
-   /x/ is pronounced [h], which is common in Caribbean Spanish dialects, southern Spain, and the Canary Islands.[67][68]

Morphology & syntax

-   The verb meaning 'to go' in the majority of Spanish dialects, has become in Isleño Spanish.[69][70][71][72] This is not uncommon among rural dialects of Spanish which has been attributed to the pattern .[73][74]
-   Pronouns are used redundantly in Isleño Spanish, just as in the Caribbean dialects, for phonological reasons and to maintain distinction between subjects.[75][76][77][78] Moreover, is used exclusively with remaining unknown.[79][80][81]
-   Non-inverted questions such as rather than are common in Isleño Spanish, which is a characteristic shared by various Caribbean Spanish varieties.[82]

Vocabulary

Contact with other groups and substantial immigration into the St. Bernard community has shaped their vocabulary to some extent. Some of the largest contributions have been made by English, Louisiana French, Louisiana Creole, regional dialects of Spanish, and the various Castilian languages.[83][84][85] Additionally, due in large measure to the isolation of the Isleños, several archaic terms deriving from Old Spanish have been preserved.[86]

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  Isleño Spanish             Canarian Spanish                               Caribbean Spanish          Standard Spanish                   Louisiana French                         Louisiana Creole           English
  -------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- -------------------------- ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- -------------------------- -------------------
  candí (m.)                 dulce (m.)                                     dulce (m.)                 caramelo (m.)                      candi (m.)                               dou, doudous kandi         candy

                                                                                dulce (m.)                                                                  trit

  colorado (m.)              rojo (m.)                                      rojo (m.)                  rojo (m.)                          rouge (m.)                               rouj                       red

  grocería (f.)              supermercado (m.) tienda de comestibles (f.)   bodega (f.) colmado (m.)   supermercado (m.)                  boutique (f.) grosserie, grocerie (f.)   grosri, lagrosri           grocery store

                                                                            supermercado (m.)

  jaiba (f.)                 cangrejo azul (m.) cangrejo (m.)               jaiba (f.) cangrejo (m.)   cangrejo azul (m.) cangrejo (m.)   crabe (m.)                               krab                       blue crab crab

  lacre (m.)                 lago (m.)                                      lago (m.)                  lago (m.)                          lac (m.)                                 lak                        lake

  liña (f.)                  liña (f.)                                      sedal (m.)                 sedal (m.)                         fil de pêche (m.) ligne de pêche (f.)    ling, liñ lalign a pèche   fishing line

  mancar                     extrañar fallar                                extrañar                   extrañar                           manquer                                  manke                      to miss to fail

                                                                            fallar                     fallar                             rater                                    rate

  micuena (f.)               pato cuchara (m.)                              pato cuchareta (m.)        cuchara común (m.)                 micoine (m.)                             kana mikwonn               northern shoveler

  peje (m.)                  peje (m.) pez (m.)                             pez (m.) peje (m.)         pez (m.)                           poisson (m.)                             pwason                     fish

  seña (f.) letrero (m.)     seña (f.) letrero (m.)                         letrero (m.) cartel (m.)   letrero (m.) cartel (m.)           signe (f.)                               sign, siñ signal, siñal    sign

  titi, tite (m.) tío (m.)   titi, tití (m.) tío (m.)                       tío (m.)                   tío (m.)                           oncle (m.) nonc (m.)                     nonk                       uncle
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Brule Spanish

The Isleños who settled in the community of Valenzuela along Bayou Lafourche were greatly influenced by the immigration of Acadian refugees and further isolation.[87][88][89] The dialect has been considered an “offshoot” of Isleño Spanish and is referred to as _Brule_ or _Bruli Spanish_.[90][91] The dialect is highly endangered if not already extinct as only a few dozen octogenarian speakers were known to exist in the early 1990s.[92]

The dialect possesses a large number of loanwords from Louisiana French which is seen as the main distinction between it and Isleño Spanish.[93][94] Even so, an amount of similarities in vocabulary between Brule and Isleño Spanish exist:

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  Brule Spanish    Isleño Spanish   Canarian Spanish                               Standard Spanish    Louisiana French                         Louisiana Creole            English
  ---------------- ---------------- ---------------------------------------------- ------------------- ---------------------------------------- --------------------------- ------------------
  ajena, ansí      asina            así asina                                      así                 donc                                     donk                        so thus

  cambar           cambar           cambar                                         doblar torcer       plier                                    pliyé                       to bend to twist

                                                                                tordre                                   torkèt

  coquilla (f.)    coquilla (f.)    concha (f.)                                    concha (f.)         coquille (f.)                            kokiy, lékay, ekay          shell

  costumbre (m.)   costumbre (m.)   costumbre (f.)                                 costumbre (f.)      coutume (f.)                             labitud, labichud koutumm   custom habit

  dir              dir              ir dir                                         ir                  aller                                    ale, alé                    to go

  grocería (f.)    grocería (f.)    supermercado (m.) tienda de comestibles (f.)   supermercado (m.)   boutique (f.) grosserie, grocerie (f.)   grosri, lagrosri            grocery store

  mesmo            mesmo            mismo                                          mismo               même                                     mème parèy                  same

                                    mesmo

  pandil (m.)      pandil (m.)      reloj (m.)                                     reloj (m.)          pandule (f.)                             lapandil, lapendil lòrlòj   clock
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Notable Isleño Spanish-speaking people

-   Frank Michael Fernández, Jr.
-   Irván “Puco” Pérez

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title: Isleño Spanish

question: What is Isleño Spanish?

answer: a dialect of the Spanish language spoken by the descendants of the Canary Islanders who settled in St. Bernard Parish, Louisiana during the late eighteenth century

question: How many Canary Islanders settled in St. Bernard Parish between 1778 and 1783?

answer: about 2,000

question: When did the Isleño-speaking community begin to decline?

answer: in 1915

question: What has brought about the decline of the Isleńo-speaking community?

answer: hurricanes, the Spanish flu, and education in English throughout Louisiana beginning in 1921

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Isleño SPanish is a dialect of the Spanish language spoken by the descendants of the Canary Islanders who settled in St. Bernard Parish, Louisiana during the late eighteenth century. It is currently an endangered language.


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**I'd very much appreciate feedback on this story**

**Broken Souls**

Sometimes I wake up and I feel like there’s a massive hole in my chest. I feel weighed down and nauseous from the rocking boat of a life that I live, It’s like everything I touch dies. My friends, my family, anybody I’ve ever loved really. I’d love to say that this story is about meeting someone that changes that all, but it’s far from it.
I grew up in London, the financial capital of England where dreams come true and money talks, and all the fuckers who live here are so diseased inside their rotten apple of materialistic consumption that their hearts are probably full of worms. The people I grew around weren’t particularly nice and had a sort of passion for making lives of the 1% a living nightmare, but that’s okay because they’re broken.  See we’re all broken in our own way, every one of us. Even those who think that their life is great with their boyfriends or girlfriends and wives and husbands; they’re all broken.People and love are like lines, the parallel lines have so much in common. They both are heading in the same direction, they both possess the same mathematical properties. But they never meet. Ever. But you know some lines cross each other briefly...but they drift apart forever and they will never meet again. Ever.

Like the parallel lines, thankfully me and the arseholes at my secondary school won’t ever meet again which gives me a slight sense of optimism. So I was onto sixth form, with a clear image of a new change in my my head I was actually looking forward to going to sixth form for the first few months. The people there were nice, the stuff we learnt was interesting, and they’re weren’t too many apes with sagging tracksuits asking if I’m “Dizzy fam”. It was good, and the best part was there was actually a girl in my Biology class who was amazing. She was funny, cute and actually had a good taste in music. I talked to her days in and days out and was most definitely falling in love, how couldn’t I?! She was, in my eyes, absolutely perfect.

But you know, some fairy tales don’t end with a happily ever after.

It was a day I’d never forget, I had planned it thoroughly. We went out for coffee, just me and her, and we talked for hours on end, about her friends, about my friends. And I decided to do it and tell her how I felt. I mean that’s what you do right? If you love someone you tell them you love them, and everything will be fine.
She tore my heart apart.
She didn’t love me.
She had a fucking boyfriend, and decided that she didn’t want to tell me. Hell they’re fucking engaged already. ENGAGED.
That killed me, I went home that day and cut and cried and cut and cried. She meant everything to me, I loved her with every fucking inch of my beaten up fucking heart and she hid the most important fucking thing that could have saved me a shiton of heart ache.

So here I am...I suppose every end needs a reason to end right?
Well here’s mine.
Broken Souls

Sometimes I wake up and I feel like there’s a massive hole in my chest. I feel weighed down and nauseous from the rocking boat of a life that I live, It’s like everything I touch dies. My friends, my family, anybody I’ve ever loved really. I’d love to say that this story is about meeting someone that changes that all, but it’s far from it.
I grew up in London, the financial capital of England where dreams come true and money talks, and all the fuckers who live here are so diseased inside their rotten apple of materialistic consumption that their hearts are probably full of worms. The people I grew around weren’t particularly nice and had a sort of passion for making lives of the 1% a living nightmare, but that’s okay because they’re broken.  See we’re all broken in our own way, every one of us. Even those who think that their life is great with their boyfriends or girlfriends and wives and husbands; they’re all broken.People and love are like lines, the parallel lines have so much in common. They both are heading in the same direction, they both possess the same mathematical properties. But they never meet. Ever. But you know some lines cross each other briefly...but they drift apart forever and they will never meet again. Ever.

Like the parallel lines, thankfully me and the arseholes at my secondary school won’t ever meet again which gives me a slight sense of optimism. So I was onto sixth form, with a clear image of a new change in my my head I was actually looking forward to going to sixth form for the first few months. The people there were nice, the stuff we learnt was interesting, and they’re weren’t too many apes with sagging tracksuits asking if I’m “Dizzy fam”. It was good, and the best part was there was actually a girl in my Biology class who was amazing. She was funny, cute and actually had a good taste in music. I talked to her days in and days out and was most definitely falling in love, how couldn’t I?! She was, in my eyes, absolutely perfect.

But you know, some fairy tales don’t end with a happily ever after.

It was a day I’d never forget, I had planned it thoroughly. We went out for coffee, just me and her, and we talked for hours on end, about her friends, about my friends. And I decided to do it and tell her how I felt. I mean that’s what you do right? If you love someone you tell them you love them, and everything will be fine.
She tore my heart apart.
She didn’t love me.
She had a fucking boyfriend, and decided that she didn’t want to tell me. Hell they’re fucking engaged already. ENGAGED.
That killed me, I went home that day and cut and cried and cut and cried. She meant everything to me, I loved her with every fucking inch of my beaten up fucking heart and she hid the most important fucking thing that could have saved me a shiton of heart ache.

So here I am...I suppose every end needs a reason to end right?
Well here’s mine.

title: Broken Souls

question: Why is the narrator in pain?

answer: The narrator is in emotional pain because the girl from his class whom he loves is engaged to someone else; the physical pain is caused by self-harm that was triggered by the emotional pain.

question: Who is engaged?

answer: The girl in the narrator's biology class, for whom the narrator has feelings.

question: Where is the story set?

answer: London, England.

question: What is the story's main conflict?

answer: The narrator's internal angst.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator's inner turmoil centers on believing everyone in the world is inherently broken, a belief that is reinforced when he finds out the girl he loves is engaged to her boyfriend. The narrator self-harms and blames the girl for hiding the fact she wasn't single.


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[The parish church of St John the Baptist, Seafield Road, Clontarf] THE PARISH OF ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST, the Church of Ireland Parish of Clontarf, Dublin is a religious community located on the north shore of Dublin Bay, bounded by the Parishes of North Strand to the west, Coolock to the north, and Raheny to the east (the latter two are in a Union).[1]

The Parish Church is situated on Seafield Road, approximately from the churches of each of the adjoining parishes. It was built in 1866 to replace an earlier church some 200 metres away on Castle Avenue, on the edge of the grounds of Clontarf Castle.

The early days

The first church in Clontarf was reputedly founded by the great Abbot of Bangor, St. Comgall, as part of Christian development through north Dublin, perhaps from a base at St. Mobhi's Church at Glasnevin. St. Comgall became the Patron of Clontarf and remained so until replaced by St. John the Baptist when the Parish came under the control of the Knights of St. John of Jerusalem in the 14th century.

Clontarf was a central location of the Battle of Clontarf in 1014, when Brian Boroimhe (Boru) defeated the Vikings and reduced their power in Ireland, although they retained control of Dublin city and much of the surrounding land. The remains of the well supposed to have been used by Brian Boru can still be seen on Castle Avenue, just under 500 meters from the Parish Church. The history of Clontarf itself, however, goes back much further.[2]

The Middle Ages

In the reign of Henry II, the lands of Clontarf passed to the Knights Templar, an arm of the Church, and in turn, on the suppression of the Knights Templar in 1307, it became a preceptory of the Knights Hospitallers of St. John of Jerusalem, which it remained until their disbandment in 1542, when the last Prior, Sir John Rawson, was created Viscount Clontarf.

An early church had existed on the Castle Avenue site and this was rebuilt in 1609, the new building remaining the Parish Church for over 250 years, serving Clontarf and later also the neighbouring Parish of St. Brigid, Killester, which was amalgamated with Clontarf in 1686. In 1659, the population of Clontarf was 79 and of Killester 32.

The nineteenth century

A key arrival in the Parish was Sir Benjamin Lee Guinness, the grandson of Arthur Guinness, and his partner in running the brewery, who purchased lands in Clontarf and Raheny to form St. Anne's Estate (the remnants of which now comprise Saint Anne's Park). He was married to his cousin Elizabeth and all their children were baptised in Clontarf Parish Church.[3]

In 1872 Arthur (by then Sir Arthur) was elected to the Select Vestry of the Parish but, in a letter from Ashford Castle, declined the offer on the grounds of frequent absences from the parish. He funded the building of All Saints Church, Raheny. Benjamin's cousin Dr. Arthur Grattan Guinness practised and lived in the parish and most of his children were baptised in the church. In 1872 he was appointed Officer of Health for the parish jointly with James Colville.

[Bram Stoker] On 30 December 1847 Abraham, son of Abraham and Charlotte Matilda Stoker of The Crescent, Clontarf, was baptised by Rev. Edward, a visiting clergyman from the Diocese of Ossory. Bram Stoker, as he became known, was the creator of the Dracula stories and is commemorated today in the Bram Stoker Museum in Westwood Club near the Crescent. Bram's family later moved to Artane Lodge but his younger siblings were also baptised in Clontarf.

The church, meanwhile, was becoming too small for its growing congregations, especially in the summer. Plans were developed in 1859 by Trustees including Mr. John E.V. Vernon of Clontarf Castle and substantial funding secured to build a second church at the Dollymount end of the parish. These plans were brought to an advanced stage, with an architect appointed and a site leased, despite the reservations of the Rector, Rev. William Kempston, who believed that the existing church was adequate and advised the Archbishop of his views. The Archbishop, whose permission was required for the building, told the Trustees that permission would not be given against the wishes of the Rector and the project was abandoned.

In 1862, Mr. Kempston left the Parish and was replaced by Rev. James Pratt. New plans were then developed with his co-operation for a new and larger church on a site close to the existing church. The foundation stone was laid by Mr. Vernon with great ceremony on 9 August 1864 and the church was completed over the next two years. The new church was consecrated by the Archbishop of Dublin at a service on 14 May 1866 and remains in use to this day. The church was originally built without a chancel and this was added in 1899.

The twentieth century

The First World War saw many of the parishioners joining up to fight[4] and these were commemorated by an illuminated scroll in the church and a War Memorial erected in the grounds.

In 1916, the fiftieth Anniversary of the building of the Church was celebrated at a special service on 14 May at which the Archbishop, Dr. Bernard, preached.

The 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s saw a building boom in the area and Clontarf grew to be one of the biggest parishes in the Church of Ireland. Greenlanes School, which had started in 1854 and had been located for most of its life in the Parish Hall on Seafield Road, about 200 metres from the Church, grew so much that a new school had to be built on a new site at Seafield Avenue and this was opened in 1952. The pace of growth was so rapid that by the time the new school was opened, it was too small and a further classroom was added and opened the following year.

The centenary of the Church was celebrated in 1966 with a programme of religious and social activities aimed at all age groups.

The twenty-first century

[New Parish Centre under construction] The beginning of the new millennium was marked by the decision of the Select Vestry to dispose of the Parish Hall which had served the parish for well over a hundred years but had become a major maintenance burden. A new Parish Centre was completed in 2007, in the grounds of the church.

Curates, rectors, and incumbents

Impropriate Curates

(Definition - Perpetual (or Impropriate) Curate : Clergyman in charge of a benefice in which all the tithes were held by someone else who could be a layman or another clergyman, for example the Archdeacon of Dublin. This was a permanent appointment.)

-   1546 John Quyn
-   1591 William Savage also Curate Drumcondra and Killester
-   1615 Simon Thelwell also Curate Drumcondra
-   1630 Richard St. Laurence
-   1637 Randolphe Dymocke; still Curate in 1639, as also of Balgriffin, St. Dolough's and Portmarnock.
-   1642 William Tedder : licensed 1 July 1642; appears Vicar of Garristown and Ballymadun during the rebellion of 1641 and lost property worth £52.
-   1643 Hugh Morrison: licensed 10 July 1643.

Rectors

(Definition – Rector : Parish Clergyman who received the whole tithes of the Parish; after Disestablishment usually referred to as Incumbent.)

[]1670-80 Henry Brereton
[]1680-13 Adam Ussher : collated 8 July 1680.
[]1713-66 Frederick Ussher : presented by the Crown 8 June 1713.
[]1766-11 John Ussher : instituted 21 May 1766. []1811-29 Charles Mulloy : presented by the Crown 4 February.; instituted 1 March 1811.
[]1830-40 William Handcock : instituted 18 February 1830.
[]1840-41 Thomas Packenham Huddart : instituted 1 December 1840.
[]1841-54 James Reid : instituted 11 August 1840.
[]1854-62 William Augustus Kempston : instituted 1 November 1854.
[]1862-75 James Pratt : instituted 21 May 1862.

Incumbents

[]1875-93 MacNevin Bradshaw : instituted 6 October 1875.
[]1894-04 Frederick William Mervyn : instituted 5 January 1894.
[]1904-36 John Connell : instituted 2 March 1904.
[]1936-62 John Bourke Neligan : instituted 22 May 1936.
[]1962-89 Robert George McCollum : instituted 17 December 1962.
[]1990-01 Thomas Haskins : instituted 23 March 1990.
[]2003-12 Derek Connor Sargent : instituted 25 July 2003. []2013 - E.C. Lesley Robinson: instituted 20 September 2013

Curates

-   1630 Christopher Cuiston
-   1645 Laurence Wogan : licensed 16 October 1645.
-   1733 John Phipps : licensed 27 December 1733
-   1743-5 Adam Ussher : 'Minister of Clontarf, died of a fever and pleurisy on Sunday morning' (_Dublin Gazette_, Thursday 10 September 1745.)
-   1758 Robert Shenton : appointed Curate of Killester by the Dean and Chapter of Christ Church.
-   1779-81 William Montgomery : licensed 1 June 1779.
-   1799 John Bayly : appointed Curate of Killester by the Dean and Chapter of Christ Church 11 May 1799.
-   1808 John Armstrong Coughlan : licensed 22 October 1808.
-   1841 Augustus William West : licensed 13 January 1841.
-   1843 William Gilbert Ormsby.
-   1844-5 Christopher Henry Gould Butson.
-   1846 William FitzGerald.
-   1846-7 Edward Gabbett : licensed 8 April 1846.
-   1864 John Crawford : licensed 10 June 1864.
-   1870 Sidney Leslie Cousins : appointed 22 September 1870
-   1871 Robert Wyndham Guinness : licensed 8 December 1870.
-   1874-6 Peter Henry Schoales : licensed 5 August 1874.
-   1876 John Galloway Garrett : licensed 1 November 1876.
-   1881 James Joseph Woodroofe : licensed 2 February 1881.
-   1885 George Benjamin Taylor : licensed 30 September 1885.
-   1888 Samuel Russell McGee : licensed 10 September 1888.
-   1894 Henry Brodie Good : licensed 12 July 1894.
-   1896-03 Richard Henry Fawcett : licensed 30 September 1886.
-   1904-9 John George Donaldson Pyper : licensed 4 March 1904.
-   1909-12 Frederick McConnell : licensed 13 October 1909.
-   1912-23 Josiah Francis Shearman : licensed 10 February 1912.
-   1924-9 Charles John Tyndall : licensed 24 June 1924.
-   1929-32 John Bourke Neligan : licensed 5 October 1930.
-   1932-4 Edward Francis Butler Moore : licensed 31 December 1932.
-   1934-8 Matthew Thomas Porteus : licensed 1 October 1934.
-   1939-41 Graham Ronald McCollum : licensed 16 March 1939.
-   1941-4 William Warburton Lloyd Rooke : licensed 8 April 1941.
-   1944-9 Richard William Maurice Wynne : licensed 15 October 1944.
-   1949-53 Robert Denholm Moore : licensed 1 August 1949.
-   1953-57 Stanley Pettigrew : licensed 24 September 1953.
-   1957-60 Allen James Nelson : licensed 24 October 1957.
-   1961-4 Richard St. Lawrence Broadberry : licensed 5 October 1961.
-   1966-70 Donald William McClatchie : licensed 26 June 1966.
-   1970-73 Michael Alistair Graham : licensed 5 July 1970.
-   1974-6 Thomas Andrew Hayden Foster : licensed 9 June 1974.
-   1978-80 David Trevor Muir : licensed 25 June 1978.

[1] The Parishes referred to here are those defined in the Church of Ireland, and differ somewhat from the historic parishes, more from the civil parishes, and more again from the old Roman Catholic Parish of Clontarf, the interim Union Parish of the same name, or the three modern parishes.

[2] An anglicisation of the old Irish name Cluain Tairbh – the Field of the Bull, the latter possibly referring to the rumbling noise made by the sea as it rolled over the mudbanks of Inbhear Dubh Linne, Dublin Bay.

[3] Anne Lee (later to marry William Conyngham, 4th Baron Plunkett and Church of Ireland Archbishop of Dublin in Clontarf Parish Church on 11 June 1863) in 1839, Arthur Edward (later Baron Ardilaun) in early 1841, Benjamin Lee (later Captain in the Horse Guards and married to Lady Henrietta St. Lawrence, daughter of the third Earl of Howth) in 1842, and Edward Cecil (later first Lord Iveagh) in 1847

[4] http://homepage.eircom.net/~wlawless/ww1/Clontarf.htm

title: Clontarf parish (Church of Ireland)

question: Summarize the history of the parish in the Middle Ages.

answer: In the reign of Henry II, the lands of Clontarf passed to the Knights Templar, an arm of the Church, and in turn, on the suppression of the Knights Templar in 1307, it became a preceptory of the Knights Hospitallers of St. John of Jerusalem, which it remained until their disbandment in 1542, whne the last Prior, Sir John Rawson was created Viscount Clontarf.

question: Summarize the parish's activities in the 21st century.

answer: At the turn of the millennium, the Select Vestry decided to dispose of the Parish Hall which had served the parish for well over a hundred years but had become a major maintenance burden. A new Parish Centre was completed in 2007.

question: Where is the Parish Church located?

answer: The Parish Church is situated on Seafield Road, on the north shore of Dublin Bay in Ireland.


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SUNGGAL is a town and district of Deli Serdang Regency in the province of North Sumatra, Indonesia. The population of the town in 2010 was 10,933.[1] It is the district capital of the SUNGGAL DISTRICT, which at the 2010 Census had a population of 244,187.[2]

Sunggal District

The district, with an area of 92.52 km², is composed of seventeen 'villages' (many of which are suburban to the neighbouring city of Medan which is situated to the east of the district), set out below with their populations at the 2010 Census:[3]

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Name                              | Population                        |
|                                   | Census 2010                       |
+===================================+===================================+
| Telaga Sari                       | 3,228                             |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Sei Mencirim                      | 16,057                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Suka Maju                         | 8,167                             |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Sei Beras Sekata                  | 5,718                             |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Tanjung Selamat                   | 8,795                             |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Sunggal Kanan                     | 10,933                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Name                              | Population                        |
|                                   | Census 2010                       |
+===================================+===================================+
| Medan Krio                        | 14,649                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Paya Geli                         | 19,249                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Puji Mulyo                        | 10,938                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Sei Semayang                      | 25,967                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Sumber Melati Diski               | 11,373                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Serba Jadi                        | 3,378                             |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Name                              | Population                        |
|                                   | Census 2010                       |
+===================================+===================================+
| Mulyorejo                         | 32,093                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Kampung Lalang                    | 8,247                             |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Purwodadi                         | 17,026                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Tanjung Gusta                     | 29,303                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Helvetia                          | 19,066                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[1] Biro Pusat Statistik, Jakarta, 2011.

[2] Biro Pusat Statistik, Jakarta, 2011.

[3] Biro Pusat Statistik, Jakarta, 2011.

title: Sunggal

question: What does the article say about Sunggal?

answer: Sunggal is a town and district of Deli Serdang Regency in the province of North Sumatra, Indonesia that had a population of 244,18 at the 2010 Census. It is composed of seventeen villages.

question: What does the article say about the political views of Sunggal population?


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ERROL JOHN LE CAIN (5 March 1941 – 3 January 1989) was a British animator and children's book illustrator. He won the 1984 Kate Greenaway Medal for _Hiawatha's Childhood_ (Faber and Faber), recognising the year's best children's book illustration by a British subject.

Biography

Descended from a French-Canadian great-grandfather, Le Cain was born 5 March 1941 to John and Minnie Le Cain in Singapore but evacuated to Agra, India with his mother and other relations the following year to escape the Japanese invasion.[1] His father was captured and interned in Changi Prison.[2] Returning to Singapore after the war, he attended St. Patrick's Catholic school. With no formal art education, his talent was nevertheless evident from an early age, Le Cain was fascinated by cinema and made his first animated film, _The Enchanted Mouse_, with a friend's 8-mm camera at age 11. His next work, _The Little Goatherd_, was created with a 16-mm camera at age 15. This came to the attention of agents for British film distributor Pearl & Dean, who offered to pay his passage to London that year (1956) to pursue a career in animation for film and television.[3][4]

In 1965 he joined the animation studio of Richard Williams, and in 1968 his first children's book was published. The following year he became a freelance illustrator and set designer for television. He married Dean Alison Thomson in 1976, after some time in Herne Bay the couple eventually settled in a suburb of Bristol with their two children. A committed Buddhist dating from his time in India,[5] Errol le Cain died after a long illness on 3 January 1989, aged 47.

Animation and TV work

In 1965, Le Cain joined Richard Williams's animation studio in London and was put to work on his first short film, _The Sailor and The Devil_ (1967).[6] Thereafter he worked on a wide range of animation projects, including film titles for _A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum_, _Casino Royale_, and _The Charge of the Light Brigade_. His most important work with Richard Williams was for the unfinished (1964 to 1992) animated film _The Thief and the Cobbler_.

Le Cain turned freelance in 1969, working on sets for BBC television productions, continuing with animation projects, and beginning his career as a children's book illustrator.

His animation work for the BBC began with a production of Hans Christian Andersen's _The Snow Queen_, first broadcast on BBC2 on Christmas Day 1976, using live actors over backdrops designed by Le Cain. A picture-book version of the story with his illustrations was published by Viking Kestrel in 1979. This production was followed by _The Light Princess_ (broadcast 24 December 1978 BBC2), _The Mystery of the Disappearing Schoolgirls_ (28 December 1980) and Leon Garfield's _The Ghost Downstairs_ (broadcast 26 December 1982 on BBC2).[7]

Children's book illustration

Le Cain's first children's illustrations were published by Faber and Faber in a story he'd originally storyboarded for film, _King Arthur's Sword_ (1968),[8] which began a long association with Faber that continued to his death. His first book “made me aware of the scope and possibilities of children's book illustration, and now I am convinced this is the medium for me”.[9] Le Cain wrote 3 and illustrated 48 children's books during his lifetime,[10] recognised for their richly decorative watercolours and masterful command of design and colour.[11] His self-authored works were _King Arthur's Sword_ (1968), _The Cabbage Princess_ (1969) and _The White Cat_ (1973). He was commended for the 1969, 1975, and 1978 Greenaway awards before winning the 1984 Medal and was commended again for 1987. The four commended books were _The Cabbage Princess_; _Thorn Rose, or the Sleeping Beauty_ based on the version related by the Brothers Grimm; _The Twelve Dancing Princesses_, retold from the Brothers Grimm; and _The Enchanter's Daughter_ by Antonia Barber.[12]

Selected children's books

As writer and illustrator

-   _King Arthur's Sword_ (Faber, 1968)[13]
-   _The Cabbage Princess_ (Faber, 1969) —commended for the Kate Greenaway Medal[14]
-   _The White Cat_ (Faber, 1973)

As illustrator only

-   _The Pleasantries of the Incredible Mulla Nasrudin_, written by Idries Shah, illustrated by Richard Williams and Le Cain;[15](Jonathan Cape, 1968)
-   _Sir Orfeo_, written by Anthea Davies (Faber, 1970)
-   _The Faber Book of Children's Songs_, selected by Donald Mitchell and Roderick Biss (Faber, 1970)
-   _The Child in the Bamboo Grove_, written by Rosemary Harris (Faber, 1971)
-   _Cinderella_, adapted from Charles Perrault (Faber, 1972)
-   _The Beachcomers_, written by Helen Cresswell (Faber, 1972)
-   _The King's White Elephant_, written by Rosemary Harris (Faber, 1973)
-   _King Orville and the Bullfrogs_, written by Kathleen Abell (Faber, 1974)
-   _Dragon Kite_, written by Thomas P. Lewis (Holt, 1974)
-   _The Lotus and the Grail: Legends from East to West_, written by Rosemary Harris (Faber, 1974)
-   _Thorn Rose, or the Sleeping Beauty_, adapted from The Brothers Grimm (Faber, 1975) —commended for the Greenaway[16]
-   _The Flying Ship_, by Rosemary Harris (Faber, 1975)
-   _The Rat, the Ox, and the Zodiac: A Chinese Legend_, written by Dorothy Van Woerkom (Crown, 1976)
-   _The Little Dog of Fo_, by Rosemary Harris (Faber, 1976)
-   _Puffin's Pleasure_, written by Kaye Webb and Treld Bicknell (Le Cain contributor), (Puffin, 1976)
-   _The Shy Cormorant and the Fishes_, written by Brian Patten (Kestrel, 1977)
-   _The Twelve Dancing Princesses_, adapted from The Brothers Grimm (Faber, 1978) —commended for the Greenaway[17]
-   _Beauty and The Beast_, adapted from Charles Perrault (Faber, 1979)
-   _The Snow Queen_, adapted from Hans Christian Andersen by Naomi Lewis (Viking Kestrel, 1979)
-   _The Three Magic Gifts_, written by James Riordan (Kaye & Ward, 1980)
-   _Mrs Fox's Wedding_, retold by Sara and Stephen Corrin (Faber, 1980)
-   _Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp_, retold by Andrew Lang (Faber, 1981)
-   _Molly Whuppie_, written by Walter De La Mare (Faber, 1983)
-   _Hiawatha's Childhood_, selected from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Faber, 1984) —winner of the Greenaway Medal[18]
-   _Growltiger's Last Stand and Other Poems_, written by T.S. Eliot (Faber, 1986)
-   _Crisis at Crabtree_, written by Sally Miles (Lutterworth Press, 1986)
-   _A School Bewitched_, written by Naomi Lewis and E. Nesbit (Macmillan, 1986)
-   _The Enchanter's Daughter_, written by Antonia Barber (Cape, 1986) —commended for the Greenaway[19]
-   _The Christmas Stockings_, written by Mathew Price (Mathew Price / Barrons Juveniles, 1987)
-   _Christmas 1993 or Santa's Last Ride_, written by Leslie Bricusse (Faber, 1987)
-   _Alfi and the Dark_, written by Sally Miles (Hodder & Stoughton, 1988)
-   _The Pied Piper of Hamelin_, retold by Sara and Stephen Corrin (Faber, 1988)
-   _Mr Mistoffelees with Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer_, written by T.S. Eliot (Faber, 1990)
-   _Have You Seen My Sister?_, written by Mathew Price (Kingfisher / Harcourt, 1990)

Notes

[1] Interviewed by Penny Sibson in 'Books for Keeps' Issue 47, November 1987

[2] “Errol Le Cain, The Enchanter of Images” (Holp, Japan 1992) p.92

[3] Interview in Books for Keeps　No. 47 - November 1987

[4] 'The Dictionary of 20th Century Book Illustrators', Alan Horne (Antique Collectors Club) 1994, p.289

[5]

[6] http://www.michaelspornanimation.com/splog/?p=409

[7] “Errol Le Cain, The Enchanter of Images” (Holp, Japan 1992)p.48-52

[8]

[9] ICB4, quoted in Horne p.288

[10] Collecting Errol Le Cain - A Complete Illustrated Bibliography http://beautifulbooks.info/illustrated-bibliographies/errol-le-cain-an-illustrated-bibliography/

[11] Horne p.289

[12]

[13] “King Arthur's sword”. WorldCat. Retrieved 27 November 2012.

[14]

[15] “The pleasantries of the incredible Mulla Nasrudin,”. WorldCat. Retrieved 27 November 2012.

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title: Errol Le Cain

question: Summarize Le Cain's biography.

answer: Le Cain was born on March 5, 1941, to John and Minnie Le Cain in Singapore and evacuated to Agra, India to escape the Japanese invasion. His father was captured in Changi Prison he returned to Singapore after the war and went to Catholic school. He had no formal art education but his talent was still evident. His first animated film was The Enchanted Mouse when he was 11 years old. His next work was The Little Goatheard which he created when he was only 15. Pearl & Dean decided to hire him and pay for his passage to London so he can pursue a career in animation for film and television. In 1965, he joined Richard Williams' animation studio and then in 1968, his first children's book was published. He married Dean Alison Thomson in 1976 and had two children together in Bristol. He then died after a long illness on January 3, 1989 at the age of 47.

question: What does the text say about Le Cain's work in the film industry?

answer: Le Cain's first animated film was The Enchanted Mouse which was filmed when he was only 11 years old. His next film, The Little Goatherd, was filmed when he was 15. In 1965, he was put to work on his first professional film, The Sailor and The Devil. After that, he worked on a wide range of animation projects such as A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, Casino Royale, and The Charge of the Light Brigade. He also has an unfinished film with Richard Williams, "The Thief and the Cobbler". He turned to freelance in 1969 and began his career as a children's book illustrator. He also did animation work for the BBC with a production of The Snow Queen in 1976. This production was followed by The Light Princess, The Mystery of the Disappearing Schoolgirls, and The Ghost Downstairs.

question: What does the text say about Le Cain's personal life?

answer: He married Dean Alison Thomson in 1976 and eventually settled with their two children in Bristol. He died at the age of 47 on January 3, 1989.


text:
Former Democrat tech aide may strike a plea deal

Bizarre case of former IT aide to leading Democrat Debbie Wasserman Schultz takes another odd turn as reports suggest Imran Awan and his wife may be ready to take a plea deal; reaction on 'The Story.'

The curious case of Imran Awan, which sounds like an international spy thriller, is entering its third act. Awan was a congressional IT aide to Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz, D-Fla., and he was finally fired just after he was arrested trying to fly to Pakistan last summer.

Awan and his wife, Hina Alvi, were charged last summer with bank fraud. They now appear poised to strike a plea deal with the Department of Justice. A plea agreement hearing is set for July 3 before U.S. District Judge Tanya S. Chutkan in Washington, Fox News reported Wednesday.

As I’ve dug deep into this case for my book  “Spies in Congress_”_ (out later this year), sources have made it clear that the bank fraud charges in this case, though very real, are just a way to hold the defendants.

Alleged theft of congressional equipment, massive data breaches of Congress members’ emails, likely espionage and more are all wrapped up in this case that involves data from 40 or more Democratic members of Congress.

Sources tell me that the FBI’s Joint Terrorism Task Force has been looking into this matter since well before Awan and his crew of Pakistani congressional IT aides were booted off the House computer network in February 2017.

Sources also say that investigators were particularly interested in whether anyone else in the congressional offices that all of these IT aides worked for was involved in alleged improper activity. This might include Rep. Wasserman Schultz, who was the Democratic National Committee (DNC) chair when she employed Awan. It might also include former Rep. Xavier Becerra, D-Calif., who employed Awan when Becerra was chairman of the House Democratic Caucus. Becerra is now California attorney general.

“The House Office of Inspector General tracked the Awans network usage and found that a massive amount of data was flowing from the (congressional) networks,” said Rep. Scott Perry, R-Pa. “Over 5,700 logins by the five Awan associates were discovered on a single server within the House, the server of the Democratic Caucus Chairman, then Rep. Xavier Becerra of California. Up to 40 or more members of Congress had all of their data moved out their office servers and onto the Becerra server without their knowledge or consent.”

Becerra left Congress in January 2017. Before he left, Capitol Police wanted a copy of the caucus server’s contents.

Becerra presumably told Imran Awan that Capitol Police wanted a copy of the server. What is known is that Awan did produce a copy of a server’s data for Capitol Police; however, after taking a look at the data they were provided, Capitol Police determined they were given a copy of data from some other server instead.

“Capitol Police found that the image (the copy of the server contents) they were supplied was false,” said Rep. Perry, quoting a report from the House Office of Inspector General.

So the Awans had access to – in fact, were copying – all the emails, personal schedules and other data from the Democrats they worked for to this server and, according to other reports, a Dropbox account.

Imran Awan was also going back to Pakistan for long stays and, in fact, at times worked remotely from Pakistan. This is where the case leads to possible espionage.

Meanwhile, court hearings on the alleged bank fraud Imran Awan and Hina Alvi have been charged with have been delayed again and again. The last hearing took place in October 2017.

The delays came as Department of Justice prosecutors and defense attorneys have been fighting it out over a laptop found in a cubbyhole (what was once a phone booth) in congressional office building that has the username “REPDWS” (a computer used by Imran Awan that is the property of Rep. Wasserman Schultz’s office).

What’s on this computer we can only surmise, but it is clear that Wasserman Schultz wants the evidence kept out of court. She even publicly threatened the chief of the Capitol Police with “consequences” if the laptop wasn’t returned.

Meanwhile, a House Office of Inspector General investigation determined that Awan and his crew (none of whom underwent background checks to gain the IT positions they held in Congress) committed numerous violations of House security policies.

There is a lot more to come from this explosive case. Before this plea agreement hearing was set the biggest worry was that the government’s odd failure to prosecute Awan for alleged thefts of government equipment (some of which were found in a garage of one of Awan’s rental properties) and the many alleged national security violations pointed to a political cover-up.

Now it appears the plot is set for a riveting climax.

question: Who in this article is supposed to strike a plea deal?

answer: Democrat Debbie Wasserman Schultz's former IT aide Imran Awan is supposed to strike a plea deal.

question: What was Awan and his wife, Hina Alvi charged for?

answer: They were charged with bank fraud.

question: Which FBI force has been looking into the matter with Awan?

answer: The FBI's Joint Terrorism Task Force has been looking into the matter with Awan.

question: Who else may be investigated that worked in the congressional offices with the IT aides?

answer: Rep. Wasserman Schultz and Rep. Xavier Becerra might also be investigated.

question: Where was Imran Awan running back to?

answer: He was running back to Pakistan.

question: What did the House Office of Inspector General investigation find?

answer: The investigation found that Awan and his crew committed numerous violations of House security policies.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the case of Imran Awan, a former IT aide, to Democrat Debbie Wasserman Schultz, and how he and his wife were accused of alleged theft of congressional equipment and likely espionage. Awan is to take a plea deal and more about the case is revealed.


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Evelyn was tired.

Beneath her lay a young boy, he must have been no more than eighteen years old given his angry, naked spot-pocked back that resembled a butchers chucked cartilage. He had an erection that threatened.

The room was a precoital picture with heavy cardboard sweat socks discarded in the corner. Wet jeans and a t shirt told Evelyn that outside the sideways rain hadn’t eased up and in turn she told herself that this was the last customer. Her feet were sore and her head was turning into a train station.

‘Are you comfortable?’ she asked the boy.

‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘you could maybe go a bit harder?’

It was the usual script from this type of client. They were never money men, someone as mid-level as Evelyn only attracted a certain type of client and they were never money men. But they were always men.

She liked to call this type of client a ‘suggester’. Too scared to outright ask for what they wanted, or needed. But being good at her job, she could always see through their nervous eyes and veiled suggestions. Evelyn always delivered.

‘Yes, sir.’ she said

He giggled.

The greatest violation that she could imagine was a laugh. Suggesters always giggled. She wanted to make this one quick as she was still sore from yesterday. The man from yesterday had left a bad feeling in the room and a bad feeling in her. She knew from the moment that he walked in the door that he was going to dump everything on her. All his anger in one quick but painful session, she called this type of client a ‘dump’. She was the dump.

‘Should I just lie on my back, or…?’ the boy said, bringing Evelyn back to herself.

She had a habit of letting her mind wander, and when she came back everything was always worse. But most of all, as always, it was the smell. A smell that without fail would intensify as Evelyn ribbed her hands along a clients back. Kneading her knuckles among his boy-back, aggressive pores would open further and cough out his boy-smell, a smell that made her sick, without fail.

Hah-hah-hah he dumped us on you. Evelyn the dump!
Yesterdays man had definitely left his mark. It was inside her.

‘Just as you are is fine’ Evelyn said, violated.

She began to work on him. Starting off slow she air brushed her hands along his skin to waken it up, to get the pores spilling. She knew what she was doing, time-sure hands followed their usual route up and down, taking care not to neglect any inch of skin or finite sized hair that might be raised. The boy was beginning to warm up and tried to match her rhythm.

Violated.

‘Yeah, that’s good’ he said. ‘Could you go a little harder?’

Evelyn sighed and collected herself, this was her job and she was good at her job.

She closed her eyes and sucked in air through her mouth, having been trained never to breathe in through the nose, especially when a rankey suggester was in the room.

Things slowed down as she removed herself from the present, it was easier that way. To let go. The air become a little more bitter as she prepared herself.

There’s nothing in him. You’re full, Dump. You’ve got us.

The floor started to mould around her as if made of porridge while the room gently turned and made her a little light-headed. This is how it was.

Evelyn the Dump! Evelyn the Dump! I think she likes him!

She could see herself from above moving to dim the lights and play her industries music. She did it slowly, assuredly. She was good at her job. With the lights dimmed, a neon sign that read: “Marie’s Massage Parlour: Leave Your Worries Behind” emptied its heartless light onto the room.

This is how it always was. The neon sign that denoted her trade stuttered twice and then blinked on and off before regaining control and teased with its arrogance. Of course the boy had no idea what was happening, he was fixated on the blood that was rushing around his already primed skin and mistook it as arousal.

He wouldn’t want a fatty like you. You’re fat. He hates you.

From above she could see herself walking back towards the boy. She started on his neck, searching for knots and story lines. There were none, he had no stories. Determined to help she moved a little further down to his shoulders, some stress was found but not enough to justify a dumping. A little further down and marking along his spine she stopped, what was that? A trauma?

Maybe it was here.

On her first day at Marie’s Massage Parlour Evelyn came in somewhat boldly, expecting salaries and summer holidays. She had long ago learned not to aim too high. Too many beat downs and too many corridor whispered, ‘there goes Evil-yn, evil Evil-yn, fat fat fatty Evil-yn,’ had made a woman like so many. She liked to stay quiet and out of shot of hooked female glances. She would become good at her job she said.

‘Hi I’m Evelyn, I’m here for my first day,’ she had said to the woman behind the reception desk.

The woman lazily picked her eyes off the computer screen and plumped them on Evelyn, immediately sensing her somewhat boldness and hating it.

Fat fat fatty

‘I’m Ruth,’ she replied with lazy contempt. Ruth thought for a moment, twiddled her pen in her hair and bit her thin bottom lip. Too much competition, she thought, time to hurt. ‘You will need to get fitted for a uniform.’

‘Yeah, I sent my measurements ahead, they said it should be ready?’

Evelyn was beginning to get nervous. She could feel Ruth peeling her apart with her eyes, she was judging, stripping, hurting.

‘It should have been ready, yeah,’ said Ruth, gearing towards her sting. ‘But sometimes for girls of a...larger size it takes longer for them to come through.’ She pasted her eyes off Evelyn and returned to the screen, and briefly allowed herself to smile at the damage caused.

[clarify] ‘Oh, OK, thanks. Should I just...’ She stopped herself from finishing, the damage had been caused. Her make up began to feel silly on her face, she could feel it heavy on her brow, mocking her with its weight and boldness. She was sweating.

Fat sweaty Evelyn.

Back in the room with the boy, Evelyn was still working the muscle in his back. Trying to seek out his lumps and the temperature was rising. This was normal when the client was a suggester, he was becoming more and more aroused. But that was OK, that was to be expected, as long as nothing came of it.

‘Does it hurt here?’ she said.

‘Yeah, go lower, go lower please.’

Alarm bells dusted off their clackers.

Evelyn coughed slightly and slowed her movements, this usually was hint enough for most suggesters to behave.

Behaving was something that Evelyn knew all about.

Daddy’s gonna get you. [more - dump]

The boy took the hint. Maybe not on a conscious level, maybe he was starting to notice the blinkering sign. Leave your worries behind.

The man from yesterday was starting to push his memory to the front of Evelyn’s mind like sausage meat through a grinder. The sticky boy below her was beginning to sicken her, as it always did, and was reminding her of what was there to stay.

‘Come on in’, she had said to the man from yesterday, ‘make yourself comfortable. If you would like to take your shirt off and lie on the table I’ll be in with you in a moment.’

The room changed as soon as he came in. His type was very familiar to her but there was something different about him. His poorly tied tie and loose top button put him immediately in sales, a targets man. Evelyn clocked that his tension would likely be in whatever arm he held a phone or knocked a door with. The ink on his left cuff told her what arm that would be.

‘Thanks, I wont be long.’ said the man as his eyes shiftily kissed from her to the floor. ‘I’m Andy,’ he said as Evelyn made her way past him out the door. She didn’t miss his self-hating eyes grope her ass as she passed.

‘Evelyn,’ she said and walked out.

Alone in the room, Andy looked around. A long table sat in the middle of the room like an electric chair. It had been surgically tucked in with brilliant white towels except for a hole at the top of the table reserved for a clients head. Andy had a shiver as he thought of the things he wouldn’t be able to see happening when he would be in position.

Andy lifted up his shirt and winced slightly as his left shoulder fought back. Shirt off, he saw his reflection in a mirror. The belly was a little hairier and wider than it should have been. She will be disgusted, he thought as he tried to manage his thinning hair into respect.

From outside the door Evelyn was resting from one foot to the other, it was the end of the day and this man scared her. He was here to dump. She knew it.

It is known that a massage releases tensions that have been built up over time, physical tension from work or age. It is also known that emotional tensions affect the body and a trauma can work its way into your muscle. Pain inflicted on you sits on you like a vulture gruelling over sloppy seconds, Evelyn knew too well.

Waiting outside the door she tried to imagine what Andy would do when he went home. Would he push keys into a door that had a stream of similar doors beside it on each side? She imagined that he he would throw his jacket onto the bench and work at his tie. Bean baked bowls would be resting on each other, because Andy was a slob and she knew it. She could picture his out of shape body sliding into a shower as he picked clumps of shirt wool out of his chest hair, scratching his ass and making toast: that was Andy.

She pictured him getting into a bed that was hardening from lonely nights, so many lonely nights. [clarify]

He would probably touch himself, she thought. I bet that beast touches himself, she thought. He would start off slowly, just like he would want her to. He would work himself into a frenzy, feeling his muscles tighten with all the youth they used to have. Andy would become the man he once was, arms and legs begging for strain. His back would arch itself painlessly as he maneuvered Evelyn onto her back and he would breathe his young man kisses onto her.

For that moment he would be beautiful again, Evelyn thought, as she stood resting from one foot to the other outside the door.

‘I’m ready’, Andy spoke pityingly.

Who would want you, Dump?

The boy was beginning to get restless, his plan wasn’t working so he decided to play harder. He tilted his hips to the right giving an opening.

Who would want you, Dump?

Evelyn, in her thoughts of yesterday almost mechanically edged towards the opening that this soft mass of boy beneath her presented.

Again seeing herself from above she could see her own willingness in this moment from the back of her knees, which were bending low to submit to him. She was still sore from yesterday. It was the type of pain that brought her back to being a young girl. The choking kind of pain that reminded her of her mother stuffing celery stalks into her mouth to force her period.

Fat sweaty Evelyn

‘Vitamins, vitamins will bring it on, eat up, Evelyn’, her mother would spit.

Colic-like, a young Evelyn would be breathless from pain when it did come, hard and fast. Bent double she would ask it to stop, but mother would just scream, ‘vitamins’.

Evelyn would be that young girl again when someone dumped their pain on her.

From above she stopped herself from acting on the boy’s advances, from above she knew it wouldn’t make yesterday’s pain go away.

Yesterday, Andy had lay on the table when Evelyn asked him. She stood above him and said, ‘Today I am going to give you a deep massage’. Andy, the fool, thought his time had come.

‘It might hurt, and if it does just you just tell me and I’ll stop, OK?’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he said not quite sure.

‘If you maybe think you are going to...’ Evelyn chose her words carefully, but deliberately, ‘cry, or get emotional at any time, let me know and I’ll stop, OK?’

She remembers that Andy had laughed when she told him. But they always cried, every one of them had something to cry about.

Before she started on him she caught a glimpse at a neon sign that read: ‘Leave your worries behind.’

Somewhere, she heard from herself to stop.

‘Get up please. Please go now, please,’ she said to the young boy still on her table. ‘I need to stop now, please get out.’

Things were starting to get dizzy again, she was becoming the young girl again, ‘eat your vitamins and you’ll bleed, come on now!’ The floor was starting to slip and the room was passing by in streaks of captured memory. The man from yesterday was pushing through, Andy was knocking on her door and wanted to talk.

The dump from yesterday was starting to show itself again and it was strong. She could see it through a crack in a bedroom door.

The young boy was shouting, she thinks she can hear him shouting:

‘What the fuck do you mean get out? I’ve paid for another twenty minutes!’ the young boy was shouting. ‘Fuck you, slut. You fat bitch!’

Fat fat fatty

She remembers that Andy had laughed when she told him about crying. That when she put her hands on him, his memories had ran up her arms and ripped onto her mind, and they came slow. Slow like she knew he would like them to. Slow like when he was a young boy sitting on his bedroom floor and could hear daddy’s feet resting from one to the other.

Like when he could hear his daddy say, ‘Nobody wants you, fat fat fatty. Nobody likes you. Who would want you?’ Evelyn could see that Andy’s father was a thin man, and that he was sweating. She could see a fan in the corner of the room that threw out gasps of light and this sweating man.

She could hear a wet leather built being undone and the slipping noise it made when Andy’s father took his trousers down.

She remembers other things and they were hitting her frame by frame. Andy had got up off her table and he was crying, but happy. When someone dumps that from themselves, the pain in their back seems to have gone.

‘Thanks, Evelyn,’ Andy had said, ‘I feel great!’

‘Get out, please go,’ Evelyn was now shouting at the young boy who had put his shirt back on and was swearing at her from the reception.

In reception, Ruth was twirling her pen in her hair and told the young boy that Evelyn was always a little crazy.

title: Happy Ending

question: Describe Evelyn's internal conflict.

answer: Evelyn seems to be struggling with her self-esteem, as she internally berates herself for being fat. She also seems to be tortured about a client, Andy, she had previously at her job as a masseuse and sex worker. The interaction with Andy seems to have scarred her, so much so that she kicks out a client before the session is over.

question: Describe Evelyn's current client.

answer: Evelyn's current client is a young boy around the 18 years of age. Evelyn describes him as a "suggester"; men who are too scared to ask for what they want or need. He has a distinct odor that makes Evelyn sick.

question: What does the story say about Evelyn's socioeconomic status.


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MANETO KURADAL, also known as MANETO TOKURADAL (died 5 June 1967), was a Papua New Guinean politician and trade unionist. He served as a member of the Legislative Council between 1961 and 1964.

Biography

Originally from Reimber in East New Britain, Kuradal was educated in a Catholic mission.[1] He moved to Madang in 1957.[2] In 1960 he became the first secretary of the Madang branch of the Papua and New Guinea Workers' Association.[3]

Kuradal was appointed to the Legislative Council as a representative of Madang by Administrator Donald Cleland following the 1961 elections.[4] He did not contest the 1964 elections. Kuradal served as president of the Madang Workers' Association between 1963 and 1965.[5] He worked as a local government assistant for the Department of District Administration.[6]

He died in a road accident on the Highlands Highway near Kundiawa in June 1967.[7]

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title: Maneto Kuradal

question: What party did Maneto Kuradal belong to?

answer: Not answered

question: How did Kuradal die?

answer: He died in a road accident on the Highlands Highway near Kundiawa in June 1967.

question: What region did Kuradal represent?

answer: He represented Madang.

question: What other positions did Kuradal hold?

answer: He served as president of the Madang Workers' Association between 1963 and 1965.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Maneto Kuradal was a Papau New Guinean politician and trade unionist. He served as a member of the Legislative Council representing Madang from 1961 to 1964.


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_RAISING BUCHANAN_ is a 2019 American comedy film produced by Amanda Melby, Joe Gruberman, Chadwick Struck and Cathy Shim, written and directed by Bruce Dellis. The film stars René Auberjonois in the role of the title character, James Buchanan, the 15th President of the United States and was his final role released in his lifetime. He died December, 2019. The film was Bruce Dellis' first full-length feature. _Raising Buchanan_ was filmed in and near Phoenix, Arizona.

Plot

Ruth Kiesling (Amanda Melby) is a 39-year-old woman with anger issues and a history of making poor decisions. Ruth sees an opportunity to turn her life around by stealing the body of dead president James Buchanan (René Auberjonois) to hold for ransom. However, she quickly learns that no one is particularly interested in getting him back.

Cast

-   René Auberjonois as U.S. President James Buchanan
-   Amanda Melby as Ruth Kiesling
-   Cathy Shim as Meg
-   Terence Bernie Hines as Phillip Crosby
-   M. Emmet Walsh as Larry Kiesling
-   Robert Ben Garant as Lancaster Guy
-   Jennifer Pfalzgraff as Holly
-   Steve Briscoe as Errol
-   Shannon Whirry as Parnella Monroe
-   Lynnette Brown as Gretchen
-   Max Bullis as Dante
-   Zoey Yeoman as Capt. Jarvis
-   Shelly Boucher as Trina
-   Laura Durant as Mrs. Warren
-   Kane Black as Brock
-   John Batchan as Wyatt
-   Bruce Nelson as Det. Hostetler
-   Saylor Billings as Biker Chick Vent
-   Dustin Leighton as Sideburn Vent
-   Dirk Fenstermacher, Jr. as TopKnot Vent
-   Ted Raymond as Elderly Man
-   Kyle Sorrell as Worried Man
-   Howie Johnson as Charming Cell Phone Man

Production

Dellis shot the film on location in Phoenix, Scottsdale, Mesa, Tempe, Prescott and Paradise Valley, Arizona. He used an Arizona-based crew and nearly all of the actors were based in Arizona, with the exception of some key talent: Auberjonois, Walsh, Shim, Hines and Garant.

Originally, actor/comedian Andy Dick was slated to play the part of Lancaster Guy, but performance issues and allegations of sexual improprieties caused his firing the day after his scene was shot.[1] The scene was subsequently re-shot using Robert Ben Garant in the role of Lancaster Guy.

Soundtrack

Several songs on the soundtrack concern mining disasters.[2]

-   “All This Could Be Yours” (written and performed by Jennifer Trynin)
-   “Game of Pricks” (written by Robert Pollard; performed by Guided By Voices)
-   “Timothy” (written by Rupert Holmes; performed by The Buoys)
-   “Last Day in the Mine” (written by Jimmy Key; performed by Dave Dudley)
-   “Explosion in the Fairmont Mine” (written and performed by Blind Alfred Reed)
-   “McBeth Mine Explosion” (performed by Cap, Andy, and Flip)
-   “Close the Coalhouse Door” (written and performed by Alex Glasgow)
-   “Bow Wow” (written by Benjamin Darvill and J. Hogarth; performed by Son of Dave)
-   “Cello Sonata No. 1, Op 38” (written by Johannes Brahms; performed by Amanda Melby)
-   “Sonata Amanda, 3. Andante” (written by Douglas Durant; performed by Amanda Melby)

Accolades

  List of Accolades
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  Award / Film Festival
  2019 Phoenix Film Festival
  Filmmaker of the Year
  2019 Manhattan Film Festival
  2019 Rocky Mountain Emmy Awards
  Writer-Short Form (trailer)
  2020 Garden State Film Festival
  2020 WorldFest Houston Int'l Film Festival
  Best Actress
  Best Supporting Actress
  Best Supporting Actor
  Best Editor

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title: Raising Buchanan

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This is a synopsis on the American comedy-drama called Raising Buchanan, shot around Phoenix, Arizona. Rene Auberjonois played the lead role, James Buchanan, the 15th president of the U.S.A., and it was his final movie until his death in December 2019. The movie's main plot centered around a character named Ruth who stole the body of the dead president for ransom.


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“ALONE TIME” is a song by Rufus Wainwright, appearing as the twelfth and final track on his upcoming studio album _Unfollow the Rules_. The single was the album's fourth, released on April 24, 2020 following “Trouble in Paradise”, “Damsel in Distress”, and “Peaceful Afternoon”.

Composition

Like several other songs on _Unfollow the Rules_, “Alone Together” features Wainwright on vocals as well as backing vocals. The track's producer Mitchell Froom has acknowledged the vocal arrangements are reminiscent of Brian Wilson's music and said, “You can definitely hear a Rufus version of a Beach Boys harmony, but there are a few moments Brian would never do in a thousand years — a dissonance that shouldn't work, but it does.”[1]

Jon Pareles of _The New York Times_ offered the following description of the song: “'Alone Time' starts like some other Rufus Wainwright songs, solo with steady piano chords and a long-breathed melody. He asks for 'alone time' but quickly adds, 'Don't worry, I will be back.' But as he offers extravagant promises for his return, his backup vocals sweep in like a tsunami; their entrance is hair-raising before they enfold him in reassurance.”[2]

Wainwright has described the track as “an old-school record that attempts to take the listener on a rich journey through the myriad experiences of this thing we call 'life{{'”}}.[3] The song is dedicated to those who experienced isolation during the COVID-19 pandemic. Wainwright said, “But today, in these dark times, I'm thinking a lot about the thousands of people who, due to COVID-19, are forced to experience intense isolation at the end of their days in order to save others, and the incredible fear that that must entail. This track is humbly dedicated to them; it is a wish of hope and a prayer for grace that they feel some sense of joy and comfort in knowing they are performing such an incredible act of sacrifice for humanity.”[4] According to Brendan Kelly of the _Montreal Gazette_, the song has also been dedicated specifically to “the many seniors around the world who are dying alone in the midst of the COVID-19 crisis”.[5]

Promotion

“Alone Time” was released as a single on April 24, 2020, the original release date for _Unfollow the Rules_ before delays were forced by the coronavirus pandemic. Patrick Clarke of _NME_ called the single's release “timely” and said the song is “well-titled”;[6] similarly, NewNowNext.com's Chris Azzopardi called the song “aptly titled”.[7] While being quarantined in his Los Angeles home, Wainwright streamed daily performances online. He performed “Alone Time” on April 24.[8][9]

Music video

The single was released alongside an animated video by Josh Shaffner, who used his own drawings as well as others by Wainwright.[10][11]

Track listing

Track listing adapted from Spotify.[12]

1.  “Alone Time” – 4:18
2.  “Peaceful Afternoon” – 4:16
3.  “Damsel in Distress” – 4:42
4.  “Trouble in Paradise” – 3:05

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title: Alone Time

question: What is the dedication Behind "Alone Time"?

answer: The song is dedicated to the people who have to spend time in isolation at the end of their days due to Covid. They do this to save others. The singer, Rufus Wainright wants to bring these people a sense of joy and comfort.


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There is something truly zen about waking in Union Station to pick up an early morning train; eyeballs deep in Svedka. Two hours of sleep is not much fuel but us Boy Scouts learned how to fight the odds. Most of the population would file my type away as the classic "*He* *could* *have* *gone* *somewhere* *but* *didn't.*". They may be right, but this special blend of un-showered body odor, cigarettes, and underage vomit can only be found on one special fellow.

The train leaves at seven thirty-five; T minus two hours. When fading into the early stages of a brain-liquifying hangover most are overwhelmed with defeat. Yet, on this fine morning there is an air of victory. The early morning Chicago work engine fired on schedule, but I was already on point. I beat the suits at their own game and did so without even the slightest intelligent tic. I have no equal.

Seven o'clock, right on schedule. If I had the opportunity to trade my soul for sobriety I would. "*Early boarding Carl Sandburg 389 Gate D!*" calls the Ticket inspector. D is for drunk, morale improves drastically. This soup line has to be a mile long and its taking all I've got to stay upright. Two gorgeous brunette college girls ask me "*Is this for D?*" which in my drunken state can only manage a muffled grunt response. If all they date is cavemen, that's all they get.

Thirty minutes later, my torture ends. I have the ticket inspectors full and undivided attention as I approach. She stands there blankly as do I. It feels like ages go by as we continue this stand-off. Then, as I should have expected two and a half hours ago, she colorfully invites me to produce my ticket. FUCK. I don't have time for all of this "*You must buy a ticket to board the train.*" racket. One step forwards two steps back, then up the escalator to the great outdoors. I didn't want to go home anyways.

title: The stone has no sword and I have no arms.

question: Why does the narrator want to get on the earliest train?

answer: Because he does not want to pay the fare and is hoping the ticketing staff have not resumed work.


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DEUEL COUNTY is a county located in the U.S. state of Nebraska. As of the 2010 United States Census, the population was 1,941.[1] Its county seat is Chappell.[2] The county was formed in 1889 and named for Harry Porter Deuel, superintendent of the Union Pacific Railroad.[3]

In the Nebraska license plate system, Deuel County is represented by the prefix 78 (it had the 78th-largest number of vehicles registered in the county when the license plate system was established in 1922).

Geography

Deuel County lies on the south side of Nebraska. Its southern boundary abuts the northern boundary line of the state of Colorado. According to the US Census Bureau, the county has an area of , of which is land and (0.2%) is water.[4]

Since Deuel County lies in the western portion of Nebraska, its residents observe Mountain Time. The eastern portion of Nebraska observes Central Time.

Major highways

-   [] Interstate 76
-   [] Interstate 80
-   [] U.S. Highway 30
-   [] U.S. Highway 138
-   [] U.S. Highway 385
-   [] Nebraska Highway 27

Adjacent counties

-   Garden County - north
-   Keith County - east
-   Perkins County - southeast
-   Sedgwick County, Colorado - south
-   Cheyenne County - west

Demographics

As of the 2000 United States Census,[5] there were 2,098 people, 908 households, and 601 families in the county. The population density was 5 people per square mile (2/km²). There were 1,032 housing units at an average density of 2 per square mile (1/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 97.33% White, 0.05% Black or African American, 0.38% Native American, 0.38% Asian, 1.14% from other races, and 0.71% from two or more races. 2.72% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race. 36.3% were of German, 10.7% Irish, 10.2% English, 10.0% Swedish and 9.5% American ancestry.

There were 908 households, out of which 25.60% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 57.60% were married couples living together, 5.90% had a female householder with no husband present, and 33.80% were non-families. 31.20% of all households were made up of individuals, and 16.50% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.29 and the average family size was 2.87.

The county population contained 23.30% under the age of 18, 4.90% from 18 to 24, 24.40% from 25 to 44, 24.50% from 45 to 64, and 22.90% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 44 years. For every 100 females there were 94.80 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 95.50 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $32,981, and the median income for a family was $41,550. Males had a median income of $26,020 versus $19,479 for females. The per capita income for the county was $17,891. About 5.30% of families and 9.10% of the population were below the poverty line, including 12.40% of those under age 18 and 6.10% of those age 65 or over.

Communities

-   Barton
-   Big Springs
-   Chappell (county seat)

Politics

Deuel County voters have been strongly Republican for decades. In no national election since 1936 has the county selected the Democratic Party candidate (as of 2016).

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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |82.2% _809_     style=“text-align:center;” |12.2% _120_     5.6% _55_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |75.0% _763_     style=“text-align:center;” |21.1% _215_     3.8% _39_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |73.7% _732_     style=“text-align:center;” |24.5% _243_     1.8% _18_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |77.9% _820_     style=“text-align:center;” |21.1% _222_     1.0% _11_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |75.8% _783_     style=“text-align:center;” |20.6% _213_     3.6% _37_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |63.5% _629_     style=“text-align:center;” |24.7% _245_     11.8% _117_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |49.8% _558_     style=“text-align:center;” |20.7% _232_     29.5% _330_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |71.2% _769_     style=“text-align:center;” |28.0% _302_     0.8% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |82.4% _962_     style=“text-align:center;” |17.0% _198_     0.6% _7_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |77.5% _946_     style=“text-align:center;” |15.7% _192_     6.7% _82_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |65.2% _776_     style=“text-align:center;” |33.4% _398_     1.4% _17_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |81.7% _1,001_   style=“text-align:center;” |18.3% _224_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |75.3% _997_     style=“text-align:center;” |18.9% _250_     5.9% _78_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |64.6% _972_     style=“text-align:center;” |35.4% _533_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |76.2% _1,276_   style=“text-align:center;” |23.8% _398_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |79.9% _1,165_   style=“text-align:center;” |20.2% _294_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |85.1% _1,372_   style=“text-align:center;” |14.9% _241_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |71.7% _1,043_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.3% _412_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |73.5% _1,125_   style=“text-align:center;” |26.5% _406_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |67.2% _1,156_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.8% _565_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |41.3% _747_     style=“text-align:center;” |56.4% _1,020_   2.3% _41_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |35.7% _630_     style=“text-align:center;” |61.9% _1,093_   2.4% _42_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |74.4% _1,197_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.1% _403_     0.6% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |58.2% _775_     style=“text-align:center;” |23.7% _316_     18.0% _240_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |64.8% _684_     style=“text-align:center;” |30.4% _321_     4.7% _50_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |33.3% _181_     style=“text-align:center;” |62.5% _340_     4.2% _23_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |16.8% _64_      style=“text-align:center;” |35.3% _135_     47.9% _183_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1908   style=“text-align:center;” |56.1% _526_     style=“text-align:center;” |41.8% _392_     2.1% _20_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1904   style=“text-align:center;” |72.2% _399_     style=“text-align:center;” |19.7% _109_     8.1% _45_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1900   style=“text-align:center;” |61.3% _403_     style=“text-align:center;” |36.7% _241_     2.0% _13_

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[6]

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title: Deuel County, Nebraska

question: What does the article say about the people in Deuel County?

answer: There are 1941 people in Deuel, 97.33% of which are white. There are 908 households, and 25.6% have children under 18. 16.5% have people over 65, and for every 100 females, there are 94.8 males. The median age is 44, with 23.3% of the population under 18 and 22.9% over 65. The median household income is $32,981, and per capita income is $17,891. 9.1% of the population lives below the poverty line. The county is strongly Republican.

question: What does the article say about small towns?