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October 13, 2012

Deming’s Boom Like An Old Time Rush To Gold Diggings – Part 2 of 4

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At Least a Cot Provided

The Deming chamber of commerce has grappled successfully with the housing problem and there is now a cot, at least, for everybody who comes. In the role of gracious host that Deming has taken upon itself the threatened street sleeping danger has been averted, even though many of Deming’s fine homes have been turned into sleeping quarters. The price that these visitors have offered for quarters has put rooming house signs on a score of buildings that were never intended for the purpose. The chamber of commerce has taken steps to keep down the prices of rooms, as well as other necessaries, in conformity with its guarantee to the war department. An appeal to civic pride has sufficed to prevent exorbitant prices for necessities until the building operations can restore normal conditions.

Chinese Open Restaurants

Many of the boom time restaurants that have sprung up are being conducted by Chinamen who are being content with a big business at the usual prices. These, as well as the tradesmen who have been established here before the rush came, see the permanent good to be derived from moderation of prices and the slump and danger that may result from a panic of money making.

Money Talkes Out Loud.

And yest, goodness knows, they could have  doubled and triple prices if they demanded them. Money talks here, if it ever did anywhere.  A busy contractor can afford to offer a good sized banknote to a man at the head of the line at the post office, to whom that hour or so delay for mail might not be so vital. Every business establishment in the town has tripled its force of clerks and yet cash for instant service is always to be had. Many a wise one who has found a room with a bed in it by dint of a day’s tramping up and down the streets has been able to realize a tidy sum by turning it over to somebody whose time chanced to be too valuable for the hunt. All these pressing problems are being taken in hand by the chamber  of commerce, which is now forming a city housing commission.

Jitnes Are Regulated

Jitne traffic, which threatened to leap over all bounds, was quickly regulated by a special committee of the city council, composed of mayor M. A. Nordhaus, city clerk Arthur A. Temke and alderman Hamilton. The maximum charge for a trip within the city limits is now held strictly to 25 cents by service cars, including the Camp Cody trip. – El Paso Herald Newspaper – Thursday, August 23, 1917

October 7, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver during World War I – Part 7

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8/7/18  Dad talked about the dust storms they had been having and told Mom that the 34 Division was called the “Sand Storm Division”. He said the emblem is the scull of a buffalo. All our horses have been turned in, We carry hackes (??) which are put on the back. Maybe these are hack sacks. Dad liked them. He had never carried one before this.

8/9/18  Dad about ten days from leaving Camp Cody for Camp Dix in New Jersey, “We were issued a complete shaving outfit yesterday. It sure is a good one. I am in a tent with other sergeants who are all now in bed. I could not get in with the old gang”

8/12/18  Camp Cody having four days of maneuvers. He has been laying telephone wires. Been lots of rain. He has been working n horseback. He was to receive from Canada his deceased brother Victor’s back pay and
Personal belongings. He wrote Mom that this would be Victor’s contribution to their upcoming marriage.

8/16/18 “They have sure kept me humming all week. Worked nights and days. We had over 35 miles of wire in the field for the big maneuver. The best of all was that the officers called it a successful maneuver. After all the work we done it ought to be.”

8/21/18  “I was putting a telephone in the railway station today. I was up in the attic letting down wires when I slipped and went through the ceiling, landing in the travel agents room. He had a bunch of silk shirts, they were certainly an awful looking sight, and me too, but all I could do was laugh and look at the hole I came down through.”

8/25/18 Departure date for what was to become Camp Dix in NJ is scheduled for Aug. 27.

8/2/18  Dad on a train in Texas going east.

8/29/18 On way to Camp Dix by train. “We stopped 2 ½ hours in Mempus, Tennessee. Had time to take a bath and sure feel a lot better. At present time we are in Jackson, Tennessee. 9:00 PM and we are somewhere in Arkansas. All troop trains are kept dark with the exception of a couple oil lamps and candles to each car. Lawrence and I fixed up  a light system out of our flash light and now have good light (under blankets) to write by. …The gang in the car are happy tonight for they are singing; In fact they are always happy.”

8/31/18 Letter written while in Chattanooga, Tennessee. “I was up town looking around, but was not much to see. The city lies down in a valley with mountains all around. We have traveled through mountains all day. It certainly is beautiful. We passed through a tunnel a half mile long. I nearly choked to death before we got out, but enjoyed it just the same. I sure wish you could see these mountains. Tomorrow we will hit the Blue Ridge hills. They ought to be pretty.” —  Written by Larry Beaver

October 4, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver during World War I – Part 6

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6/6/18 Camp Vail. Dad wrote about his future brother in law as follows: Glad to hear that Harry has landed safely. ….Good thing he was not on one of the ships that were sunk. Just off the coast east of here one of them was sunk only a few miles from here. …Have you heard about Sandy Hook which is only a few miles north of here? When they shoot their big guns it shakes the windows and sounds like real war. They sure did an awful lot of search light work the night of the U-Boat attack off the coast of NJ. One of the ships was only a few miles away. Search lights off the ships at sea can also be seen plain from here. I read some of the signals but it is all coded so I can’t make heads or tail of it. I was bathing in the ocean last Sunday. It was sure cold but lots of fun riding the waves.” Dad talks about practicing the Morse code building his reception to 25 words a minute. He wrote “Just heard that 80 thousand Germans and the Crown Prince had been captured. Hope that is true. That is the whole German corp..”

6/17/18 I saw a Navy dirigible Sunday. It was sailing along the coast and sure was a big one. …I was watching an airplane do the nose dive this afternoon. He came straight down looking like he wasn’t going to level out before he hit the ground but he made it and then right back up to repeat the same maneuver. I was listening to one of the aircraft talking to a man on the ground this morning by wireless. We are learning that too in school. It sounds better than ordinary telephone.”

7/1/18 Dad at Camp Vail and due to leave after 7/12. He asked Mom “Did you ever hear or read about the smallest man in the army? We have him here in the school. He just came in last week. He is only 4 ft. 10 inches. I look like a giant besides him. He sure is a good solder even if he does have a hard time keeping up with the rest of the gang. He is from Michigan State.”

7/7/18 “I went to New York City on the 4th. I sure enjoyed the trip. All I wanted to see was the scenery. I saw that nearly everything was closed being a holiday. There was a big parade that started at 8:30 AM and lasted till 8:30 PM. I watched it for an hour and a half seeing all I cared to see. I took a fine river boat ride from 129th St. to Coney Island. It was a two hour ride. Coney Island was no place for me. Only stayed a couple hours then took an electric train for New York. I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and then hit the station and came back home.”

8/1/18  Albuquerque, New Mexico at the American Red Cross Canteen. Henry Beaver is on his way back to Camp Cody from Camp Vail in New Jersey having stopped in Fremont, Nebraska to see Helen Olson and ask for her hand in marriage. She had agreed and he was a happy man indeed. He purchased a ring for her this morning.

8/3/18 Dad arrived at Camp Cody, Deming, NM from Camp Vail the day before.  Reading between the lines I believe Dad came via Fremont (taking the long way back from NJ, likely unofficially). Referring to his horse he said “I found out that old funny face had been turned in with the rest of the horses. Would liked to have taken one more ride on him.” Lawrence Satchell, Dad’s best friend and section leader, was doing work for the Telephone Co in Deming. That left Dad to run the section (14 men). “The first thing that the Captain said was “Beaver take the first section”  “I don’t mind it, for have a fine bunch of men”. Dad had sent Mom a ring (an engagement ring) he really liked and hoped that she did so also. —  Written by Larry Beaver

October 1, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver during World War I – Part 5

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4/8/18  Dad wrote: ‘I am going to New Jersey soon to attend a wireless school for three months. Doesn’t that sound good? I am certainly glad to get the chance, being the only one in the company to go. I suppose you have my other letter by now; the one I wrote about Camp Cook. We sure had a job out there. We layed nearly 20 miles of wire. We have a line from a mountain; a ½ mile high to one six miles away 2 miles high. I went up to the highest one on Friday PM and again on Saturday. Believe me I was about all in too. While up Saturday the horses of the artillery all ran away, got scared of the first shoot. All I could see with my field glasses was a pile of caissons, limbers, horses and men. (Shells are carried in caissons, tools in limbers). About 30 men got hurt, 20 of them badly, 2 have died, one minus an arm, and another an eye. None of our men were in it, but they were all Nebraska men. On Sunday night a big fire was discovered on the large hill we had our wire on. 200 men were sent out to put it out. Satchell went also, to signal back to me in camp with large search lights. The fire was under control by 2:00 AM. I got to bed by 3:00 AM and Satchell by 5:00 AM. Got up the next morning ….with a dandy sand storm going on. You ought to see the carrier pigeons we have. Sure a bunch of them. Glad I don’t have to work with them.”

5/3/18 At Long Branch Army & Navy Club (Long Branch NJ) writing letter home. He was going to “School for Radio Mechanics” at Camp Alfred Vail, Little Silver, NJ.

5/10/18 Dad talks about his trip from New Mexico to New Jersey. “Not much to see but rocks a desert between El Paso and Houston. Stopped at Houston a few hours but did not look around much. The country from there to New Orleans was all timber and swamps. Stopped there three hours but at night. We crossed the Mississippi River on a ferry, train and all. Did not get to see the wharfs. New Orleans did not appeal to me; to dirty and so many blacks. From there on to Montgomery, Alabama which is the state capital. This is where Jefferson Davis was inaugurated President. The place where he stood was marked and I stood in the same place. Also saw a lot of civil war guns and junk. From there to Atlanta, Georgia where we also landed at night and did not see much of it. From Atlanta on to Washington, D.C. getting there in the A.M. Stayed there all day getting to see the sights including many of the government buildings. Went to the Washington Monument which is 555 feet high from which could see all over the city. Left there at 12 PM and got to Philadelphia the next AM staying only a short time. I would liked to have seen that city because I have always liked the name of it. It sounded good to me. From there to within 10 miles of New York City then back down 30 miles to little Silver, New Jersey where Camp Vail is located.” School for Radio Mechanics, 13th Service Company, Camp Vail, Little Silver, New Jersey.

5/17/18 Camp Vail. Dad wrote about local activities. “I saw a show at the YMCA last night. The best part was following the show was the ice cream and cake given by the people of Rumen. That is a small town near by where all the people must be millionaires, so you could see they could well give us such a feed. This country is covered with big summer homes and mansions. A great part of this place is that the old rail fences built many years ago that are still being used. Every morning we take a hike through Little Silver about 7:00 AM. An old lady who lives there is out every morning to see us go by and she waves at us. The bunch get so they look for her and if she didn’t happen to be there would wonder why. But when we come back she would be there waiting.” – Written by Larry Beaver

September 28, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver during World War I – Part 4

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2/12/18 Dad’s comments about radio: “I sent a message the other day by wireless. I was over in the other company. They have five outfits. I sent it to another station ten miles away. I don’t like army wireless but like the big instruments like on ships which can send a long ways.”

3/6/18 Camp Cody. “A Major General is here from Washington, DC. I wonder how he likes it here. We have a review for him in the morning. Hope the sand blows twice as hard just to see how he likes it. I have to take a guy to the hospital in a few minutes. No I won’t have to walk but will take a motor cycle with a side car. …. 30 minutes later : just got back form hospital. I don’t care much about driving at night because of the poor lighting. Just looking at the hospital makes me feel that I would rather die than go in one. ….Six of us took a trip to the mountains yesterday. We sure had a good time. Left here at 5:00 AM and after 14 miles got to the foot of them at 6:30. It took us 45 minutes to climb afoot to the top. Was sure steep in some places. Some times we had to use ropes to pull each other up the side. In other places we had a rope around our bodies for safety; then hung on with fingers and toes to get around a wall. We ate dinner at the top. We found an old mine shaft which was certainly deep. It took a rock 30 seconds to hit the bottom. The trip was worth more than all the hardships. Will have to have my shoes resoled from the cutting of the stones. There was even snow on top. … Recently the K of C hall nearly burned down. It is only about two blocks from here. We were just going to mess for breakfast when it was discovered. A few of us got a hose card but it did not have enough hose. Another outfit came with more. I was on the nozzle end of it doing my best and getting really wet. I looked like a drowned rat but we had the fire out before the Deming fire department got there. The fire didn’t do more than burn the roof off. . In the meantime a piece of glass fell and got a piece of my nose. I patched it back in place and it’s still there. All the men asked me who hit me and of course had to kid me about it.” So goes life in Camp Cody.

3/12/18 Dad wrote: “The YMCA is getting up a minstrel show which will have all solders in it. There will be 500 singers besides the rest of the actors. There sure are a bunch of singers in camp. I think the show will start this coming week and I’m sure going to go see it.” I took the lieutenants up town the other day. We got to the main corner in town just in time to see a girl (Mexican) hit a lamp post with her car. It knocked the sap out of her. We picked her up and put her into another car and somebody took her to the hospital. She was pretty well screwed up. She had a bottle in her sock. I had a hold of her feet and couldn’t help but see it. Of course I would not get a hold of it. No I don’t drink; only water. The officer with me said “why didn’t you get the bottle?” I told him he could have that job.”

3/31/18 “I am going to the mountains tomorrow. The 1st section is going out to work a telegraph line for the artillery out on the range. Out where the big guns boom. Don’t know how long we will stay. I don’t care. Glad enough to get away from camp that long. The range is between the big hills and is a very pretty place. When I come back I will plant a garden. At least start to. ….Can you imagine me pulling weeds.”

4/2/18 Camp Cook, New Mexico “This camp is 16 miles north of Camp Cody but has all Cody men here. The camp is right in the valley with mountains all around, with an opening to the south. Camp Cody can easily be seen but there is a sand storm blowing now and can’t see a thing. There are only eight of us from our company and we are in two tents. Our tents are about 300 feet from the bottom and we can see the big camp below. Sure is a pretty place. We have a telegraph line layed from the guns to the targets 5 miles away. The artillery here have only 3 inch guns and can’t shoot far. The shell can be seen going through the air. They are shooting shrapnel and they explode before hitting the ground. Our stations are only a short distance from the targets, but take it from me we stay a safe distance away…..heard a shot just then. I guess a ton of powder went off from the way it sounded. …I just went over to a place where they are dynamiting out a place for a gun. …Am going over and take a look at my horse (funny face).Gee my horse nearly eats me up being so glad to see me. He must be in love with me. He takes my hat off when I get close to him. Manners I’d say not.” Written by Larry Beaver

September 27, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver Photo

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September 25, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver during World War I – Part 3

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12/5/17 One of my men was sent to the hospital last Sunday and came back today. He had or has bad eyes. He was sure glad to get back. He said he was nearly starved to death and that it was just plane hell there. I never was in a hospital and furthermore they never will put me there. I will have to be so sick I can’t see and then I’ll have to be dragged there. From what I have heard from other men that have been there it must be awful. …It gets my goat when they treat a sick man like a dog. If things don’t change in a short time, all the men that go to the hospital will die. I am so sore at what I have heard that I don’t know what to do. Guess I had better forget it. I know you don’t like to hear that kind of news. …Saturday the section I am in is going to lay a line to the mountains 15 miles away. We lay our wire on the ground. We have stations all along the line. It is not only fun for us but it also is good practice. I am soldering better than I ever did. Helen I am going to get even with them Germans for getting my brother. Do you blame me?”

12/15/17 Dad commented: I look for the 7th to be turned into cavalry. It is the best branch of service for a fighting man. A horse is a good partner. Say do you like to be kissed by a horse? My horse kisses me good morning and good night. Some horse I have. I think the world of him. I can make him do most anything.”

!/2/18 Dad writes: “My horse has been sick the last few days. Gosh he won’t even kiss me anymore. Hope he gets well shortly. Have you seen the Battle of Verdon? It was played in real life at a park west of camp last night. I did not go but heard it was good. … I was over to division headquarters yesterday. They had a 300 piece band playing for the general (Blocksom). I certainly like to hear them. Three hundred is sure a big bunch. … Last Thursday we went on a hike to the mountain. Started at 3:00 pm laying wire and I was left five miles out with the first station. I had four other men. Had a fine time cooking our own meals. We camped at an old deserted ranch. I was the operator and did not have much chance to look around. If I was woke up once I was woke 100 times at night to receive a message from someone for one reason or the other. I slept with the receiver on my ear and got little sleep, being awaken with a start. We are going out again before long. I like to go. Helps to kill time and gives me a change of work. ….This is my second winter in the south and hope it is the last. ..It has been a long time since I have played cards. Gambling is not allowed. I have never played for money. I don’t even let my men play cards. If I did they would soon be playing for money and then I would be in trouble for letting them play.”

1/11/18 Dad is still at Camp Cody, Deming, NM Says has been there four months. He writes “Wednesday morning it was nice and warm. We were out laying wire, starting at 11.00 AM. We got about a mile from camp and a sand storm caught us. Believe me it was a real one. We could see only under our horses’ feet, but we kept on going. We were all right while on the road, but had to leave the road going to get to the corral. We kept going for about five minutes and not knowing where we were we stopped. We waited for it to let up a little, which it did in a short time. Would you believe it we were only twenty feet from our own stables. Such is life in the sand storms. The storm stopped about 3:00 PM and then it started to rain. We then went on a hike that night and boy did we ever get wet. No body minded however since we had a band in the lead to keep us in good spirits. The next morning we woke to find about an inch of snow on the ground. It was the first snow we had and the first rain in nearly four months. It was sure welcome as it settled the dust for a while.  Say you ought to see me in my gas mask. Oh yes we have them too. We have to breathe through our mouth since our nose is clamped tight. The whole face is covered with two round glasses to see out of. We do a lot of practicing with them. I can put it on in nine seconds. The fasted time is five so I’m getting along fairly good. Written by Larry Beaver

September 22, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver during World War I – Part 2

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11/16/17 Camp Cody. Dad writes: “We had a battalion review this afternoon. We walked instead of riding our horses. The bunch was mad because we had to walk while our horses were not doing anything. We sure passed the reviewing officer in an awful shape. Tomorrow morning we go back out for a general review. Leave our company street at 7:00 AM and will get back about Noon. ….Tomorrow night the first section goes out towards the mountain, laying wire all the way, about 7 miles of it. You know Satchell is Section Chief and I am his sergeant. We have 14 men all together. We will sleep on the ground and cook our own meals. That is good work and I like it. I got a letter from my brother yesterday. He wrote it on the 20th of October. He was still alive and fighting to beat the Dutch at that time. … (Saturday 2:00 PM) The general review was great. I have seen a lot of them but this was the best I have ever seen. Over 20,000 troops participated. I was where I could see it most of the time. Of course our company was in it too. A division is not complete without a wire company of the Signal Corps. It is the nerve center of the Army. There were ten bands, one playing all the time. It took just four hours for all the troops to pass on point. If they had been in a column of four’s it would have taken all day. Glad it did not.”

11/25/17 Camp Cody. Dad writes: “I suppose you know that my brother (Victor Beaver) was reported killed. I just received a message from Emma yesterday morning. It sure hits me hard but I know for a fact that Emma takes it harder than me”. ( Victor joined the Canadian army to get into the fighting before the United States got involved. Emma is the younger sister). Dad went on to write: “I have not the least doubt about getting back all right; for I am doing my best to learn how to do my part. Of course my brother was in the trenches over three months. That is a long time. In my branch of service I will never even see the trenches. That is why I tried to get Harry (Mom’s brother) in this company. ……Helen, I set my mind on getting even with them Germans for getting my only brother. You can’t blame me for that.”

11/28/17 Camp Cody. Dad writes to Mom “This battalion has a band attached to it. They came today. There are 28 men in it and they are playing now. I can hear them plainly. It is now 7:30 PM. The music surely puts life in the men; me too. I sure like to hear them. In fact I know you do too. Remember the concert in the park? These men are so used to playing that in the big services I told you about they played for over 20 minutes without a stop. The band will wake me up in the morning. They will start to play at 5:30 AM. Then we will have to get up. How would you like to have a band play while you are getting up? … (Thursday evening 7:00 PM) I thought I would wait tell tonight to finish this letter so I could tell you about our big dinner. It sure was a good one. I ate more today than I ever ate before in one day. Here is what we had. Soup, turkey, potatoes, peas, gravy, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, sliced tomatoes, celery, pickles, and cake. The cake was two and a half feet across. There was also pie, ice cream, figs, dates, and lemonade. Dinner was followed by cigars. Don’t you think that was a good dinner? I knew we would get a good one but never dreamed of getting what all we got.” 

Written by Larry Beaver

September 18, 2008

Sergeant Henry H. Beaver during World War I – Part 1

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INTRODUCTION: This document is a recap of experiences and state of mind of my father Henry H. Beaver writing to my mother Helen Olson during his training at Camp Cody, Deming , New Mexico, his training at Camp Vail in New Jersey, his transfer to Camp Dix in New Jersey for overseas processing, and then service in France. It starts with him courting her and by the end he was a love sick puppy. I left all that out of course. Fortunately my mother kept all of dad’s letters providing an interesting insight to camp life and mental fortitude during those times. I hope you enjoy reading this. It was a real trip for me to do this. Lawrence Beaver 10/11/2006

4/21/1914 Henry Harold Beaver joined the Nebraska National Guard with a six year enlistment. His birthday was 9/19/1897 so he was only 16 years old at the time. Lying about his age made it difficult in later years proving he was the same person with two different birthdates.

 9/10/17 Henry Beaver left Fremont, Nebraska with his National Guard unit arriving at Camp Cody, Deming, New Mexico on 9/12/17 He had lied about his age and the army records show he is two years older then his actual age. He must have looked and acted his army age to be a sergeant soon after arriving at Camp Cody.

10/26/17 Dad as sergeant at Camp Cody, Deming, NM writes to Mom “Dear Friend Helen” He tells her “We sure are having a lot of sand storms here every day this week. One is doing it’s best to cover us up now. Can’t keep it off. Our beds are covered with it.” He goes on “Next week the men in the section I belong to are all going on a trip to the mountains. It sure is a great sport. Get up on top and look around as far as the eye can reach. We also do signal work when out. I will take some pictures up on top. Not allowed to take any in camp.” He signs with “I hope we can be best of Friends, as everWritten by Larry Beaver

11/1/17 This letter is on stationary for the 109th Field Signal Battalion, 34th Division, Camp Cody, New Mexico. Dad added “Wireless Company.” This is an early attempt by Dad to seek a closer relationship with Mom. Regarding his duties he said “We started intensive training the 15th of October. That is 8 hours a day; Twice as much as before. I like it better, have less time to kill. I was out today practicing jumping on and off my horse; on a walk and trot. It’s certainly a great sport. A big troop train came in today. I don’t know where from. I think they were draft men. There are 10,000 of them coming in here. This camp has over 80,000 men in it now. It is just like living is a big city. The camp covers as much ground as Fremont; a little more I think. People know we are here and training for war and that is about all. If they could see the men work, it would be a thing they never would forget. We have athletics and sports of all kinds that I have never seen of heard of before. Even things like that will help win the war. Take a simple thing like jumping. We are trained to do it. Maybe sometimes we will make a charge, and will have to jump a trench. If a man can’t how is he going to get across? So you see everything we do is going to help us out in the trenches. I suppose I told you the kind of work this company does. We do no shooting. Our work is to keep a line of information between the generals and the artillery. Not so much danger, but you never can tell. I sometime wish it was all over with. I have no doubt but what I will to. I have been drilling and training for a long time. Now I have to train new men. You can imagine the job I have. I am asked a 1,000 and one questions a day. I am kept busy all the time. A man asked me today if I thought he would get back from the war untouched. Was that not a foolish question? Another asked me how to get a horse down a 20 foot cliff, that being the only way down. No other way but to jump. Sure take a chance of breaking your neck. That is the way I answered him.”

Written by Larry Beaver

September 17, 2008

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