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A literary gem of 1910 prep school life
The Prodigious Hickey!If you're interested in attending the Lawrenceville School or interested in sending your child, read this book. Although the stories are a bit dated, the friendships, the loyalties, and the learning experience are still the same.
Cheers!
a great book for readers of all ages

A Travel Guide to the Mecca of Foodies
it's all true..the the stories
Travel Guide to Mecca for Foodies

Honesty and Courage Through PoetryThank God, it was not. His poems, while not "easy" in any way, are nevertheless quite accessible, because Jonathan puts his whole soul into them. He swallows what fears must accompany every poet who opens his life to his readers and writes of personal joy upon hearing his baby's heartbeat for the first time. Then, to bring the collection to a heartbreaking end, he reveals the loss of that baby in "Be Young. Have fun."
The moments of his life before, during and after those moments cover events that range from a child waving a "Hi!" sign at him from the back of a bus, to a skinhead who is slowly dying while doggedly hoping to live. Every poem, whether shocking or mundane on the surface, shares one thing in common--Jonathan's fascinating ability to wrench out its deepest, human meaning. And every time, that meaning is one that any soul could relate to. This is a truly beautiful book.
jonathan is a great guy
Gripping poetry"Eclipse" is just one example of Jonathan's commanding use of language and metaphor that is present throughout his inaugural book of poetry. Jolting the reader from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, to a hand-built cabin in Northern Idaho, Jonathan's book is a complete journey, not 80% complete as his title might suggest.


I bought it flowers for Secretaries Day !!This book did the job. Whether I need to know how to address a letter to an elected official, or pressure someone to pay an invoice, the Secretarial Handbook covers it. From punctuation to collation, this is the best single office reference I have ever used.
If you do your own administrative tasks, buy one for yourself for National Secretaries (Administrative Professionals) Day.
Best [money] I ever spent!!!
Excellent reference book

Good Job!
Crazy for Dummies!
Didn't know what I was missing

Extremely helpfulI highly recommend this book to anyone traveling to Australia.
A great book to a great countryAustralia is truly a wonderful place, so it may sound cliched, but this book really helped make our trip everything we had dreamt of. I highly reccomend this book to anyone heading Downunder. It is well worth the investment.
The Best of All!

A Balm to the older woman's soulLaughing at oneself frees you to move on and Mrs. Johnson demostrates in her book this with aplomb.
I would recommend this book to even young women so that they will not dread the aging process as much but be able to accept the conditions as they come as a part of life.
I laughed until I cried
Absolutely the Best! Full of truths & lots of laughter !

Rat River Trapper: Mad or Misanthropic?Forty years later, author Dick North set out to document the story, and, more importantly, try and cast light on the identity of the mysterious Albert Johnson. Relying heavily on eye-witness accounts, North pieces together an interesting, sometimes rivetting story. But admittedly, there are limitations, and in the end, much is left to conjecture.
North concludes that Albert Johnson was more than likely a man who also went by the name of Arthur Nelson, and who for seven years prior to his death supposedly trapped and prospected in northern Saskatchewan and British Columbia. Alway quiet and "non-commital" this Arthur Nelson came and went mysteriously, and exhibited traits quite similar to that of the Mad Trapper.
Although disdained by some--especially women, around whom he evidently was extremely shy--many were understanding of his peculiar loner idiocincricies. But, provided that this Arthur Nelson is in fact Albert Johnson--which appears to be fairly likely--he apparently grew increasingly paranoid and suspicious of people. All of which led people to believe that he was hiding something. And as is always the case, there is much speculation as to what it was.
The author addresses this at the end of the book, but given that there is little evidence to work with, it's left to the reader to decide: was he a murderer, illegal immigrant, or simply a misanthrope caught up in events beyond his control?
All and all, a very interesting book and thrilling read, but in order to get the fully story--supposedly--of who the Mad Trapper was, one has to read Trackdown, which was published in 1989.
Trackdown is the result of twenty-odd years of North's obsessive research into the identity of the Mad Trapper. In the first part of the book, North addresses several theories of who the Mad Trapper could have been, but in each case he manages to uncover evidence that dismiss these individuals.
The turning point in his hunt comes when he was contacted by the North Dakota State Historical Society. As it turns out, there is a small article in a county history stating that the Mad Trapper may have in fact been a man by the name of Johnny Johnson.
Born Johan Konrad Jonsen in Norway in 1898, Johnson had emigrated to the USA with his parent at the age of six. Life in Dakota was a constant struggle and brought the family little gain, so at a young age Johnson reverted to crime. This resulted in several prison sentences before finally in 1923 he disappeared, presumably heading north into Canada.
Initially, I was very skeptical about this theory; to me, there was little resemblence between the three mug shots of Johnny Johnson, the 1930 Ross River photo showing Arthur Nelson and the pictures of the dead Mad Trapper. But as I read on, North did put together a compelling argument, and the more I read and the more I studied the pictures, the more plausable it all became. Interestingly, the Johnson family had in fact been in contact with the RCMP several years after the incident; Johnson's mother, having seen the picture of the Mad Trapper, was certain that he was her son. But the RCMP dismissed this claim, as it did all other such claims, leaving the mystery unsolved.
While North's argument seems plausable, I was still left with a nagging sense of doubt. While his evidence is compelling, it is far from conclusive and could quite easily be picked apart by someone with the time and resources to do so. One way to solve the matter would of course be to exhume the Mad Trapper and take DNA samples and conduct other forensic tests. North, believing that the body would still be in reasonably good shape, attempted to do this; but these efforts were stymied by the locals.
So although North presents a compelling argument for Johnny Johnson being the Mad Trapper, the case is not closed. The myth lives on.
AbbbsoLUUUUTely RRRRRiveting!!One, after reading it, should then see the Charles Bronson/Lee Marvin move about it... The book of course gives alot more details and background but the movie is great too.
Reading the book makes you want to go out and buy a bowie knife and build a cabin!
A Northern BlockbusterThe Mad Trapper was the inspiration for still another book about the frozen north -- MARK OF THE WHITE WOLF, an e-book out of Blue Knight Enterprises in Hyde Park, NY.


Outstanding biography of a man all too quickly forgottenWritten in a breezy, conversational tone that still manages to maintain a proper biographical distance, Mo follows Udall from his strict Mormon childhood in Arizona to his first election to the U.S. House. While a great deal of the book focuses on Udall's legislative achievements -- Udall was an environmentalist before it become trendy -- the best of the early chapters deal with Udall as a liberal upstart setting out to reform the stodgy House. As Udall himself would often wryly point out, his political life was often a bizarre tragic comedy of second-place finishes that ultimately became victories for others. Both of Udall's insurgent campaigns for both Speaker and Majority Leader ended in failure but sparked the revolution that overthrew (however briefly) the Congressional seniority system. The book's highlight is the detailing of Udall's 1976 campaign for the Democratic Presidential nomination where he managed to finish second in a record number of primaries without ever once finishing first. If Udall didn't set the electorate on fire, he did distinguish himself by revealing himself to be one of the most genuinely witty Presidential wanna-bes to ever pop up on a primary ballot (or, as one columnist put it, "Is Morris Udall to funny to be President?" That's the 70s talking. As of late, some genuine and intentional humor in American politics would be a bit of a relief, I'd think.) The campaign made Udall famous for his wit but as this biography reveals, that wit often concealed a rather distant temperment that so focused on work that even his own children grew up calling him "Mo." As a politician, Udall was that rare thing -- an honest and sincere compassionate liberal who actually saw big government as a way to help the downtrodden. Yet this same man who dedicated his life to helping strangers drove one wife to divorce and another to alcoholism and suicide. The dichotomy makes for a fascinating read and Carson and Johnson explore these issues without ever descending into lurid muckracking. The book concludes with a touching (and quite frankly heartbreaking) section dealing with Udall's final, brave, and tragic battle with Parkinson's Disease (which, as I read it, was also sadly reminicent of Ronald Reagan's -- another politician never given the respect that was his due -- current battle with Alzheimer's; another nefarious disease that, like Parkinson's, cruelly robs men and women of their dignity without reason or warning.)
Despite the fact that, politically, I'm probably about as far to the right as the late Congressman Morris Udall was to the left, I still find myself mourning the comically tragic failure of his 1976 campaign for the Democratic Presidential nomination. As the election was the first post-Watergate election and the Republican Party was going through one of its periodic near-deaths, the election of a Democrat was pretty much assured. All Udall had to do was win the nomination and, for four years at least, a one-eyed, 6'5, former probasketball player and nonpracticing Mormon named Mo Udall would have been President. Of course, the nomination didn't go to Udall but instead went to the far less witty Jimmy Carter. Considering the way the world was in the late 70s, its doubtful Udall would have had any a better time of it than Carter but instead of hearing that America's problems were due to "malaise," a President Udall would at least find time to tell at least one corny, Ayatollah joke. And, even if the voters didn't realize it at the time, America would have been better off for that joke. Just as its now better off to have this book to remember Morris Udall by.
Outstanding portrait of an important political leader
Meticulously researched and scholastically outstanding

Some Inaccuracies, But Good Overall
A horrible but compelling truth
The true American Justice System for abused kids
My all-time favorite piece in the book remains "The Great Pancake Record," in which shrimpy little Johnnie Smeed is found to have the most enormous appetite known to anyone at Lawrenceville--and is therefore put on display as the man who can take all comers in an ongoing pancake-eating contest at a local restaurant called Conover's. Of course he is misjudged by his slight physical appearance:
"Mr. Conover," said Hickey, in the quality of manager, "we're going after that pancake record."
"Mr. Wilkins' record?" said Conover, seeking vainly the champion in the crowd.
"No--after that record of YOURS," answered Hickey. "Thirty-two pancakes--we're here to get free pancakes today--that's what we're here for."
"So, boys, so," said Conover, smiling pleasantly; "and you want to begin now?"
"Right off the bat."
"Well, where is he?"
Little Smeed, famished to the point of tears, was thrust forward. Conover, who was expecting something along the lines of a buffalo, smiled confidently. "So, boys, so," he said, leading the way with alacrity. "I guess we're ready, too."
"Thirty-two pancakes, Conover--and we get 'em free!"
"That's right," answered Conover, secure in his knowledge of boyish capacity. "If that little boy there can eat thirty-two, I'll make them all day free to the school. That's what I said, and what I say goes--and that's what I say now."
This is my favorite of the stories, but they're ALL this good. You just can't beat Owen Johnson for understanding boys and their motives and ways, and you certainly can't beat him for giving you something to wonderful to laugh at while never making the boys seem ridiculous.