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...Dort Elementary School in Flint, Mich., 25 Follow Through kindergarten children sit quietly in neat rows working on assignments. At the front of the room the teacher is drilling four children on reading. Imperious, she snaps her fingers to signal for the answer, which the children chorus together. The children seem secure and interested, but they know they will not be asked for an individual response until after the chorus. When it is time to read, they follow a bright red arrow across the page from left to right to remind them that reading is done from left to right...
...Kate put together a neat little package," head coach John Babington said after the race. "She combined skillful execution, good form, and execution, good form, and excellent technique. It was very pleasing to watch," he added happily...
...meaning for their lives, then sees to it that they will fail. "There's always a place for God," Holliwell asserts. "There is some question as to whether He's in it." This issue is not normally the stuff of espionage. Those readers who like their suspense neat may be unhappy with the freight Stone has added: nihilism, a cosmos that is indifferent if not actively malevolent, a philosophical puzzle that even death may not solve. A Flag for Sunrise takes a number of giant steps beyond the genre it imitates...
Galatia (pop. 1,023) sits alongside the two-lane tarmac of Highway 34 in Southern Illinois like hips on a snake. Barely. There is a cluster of neat single-story frame houses, a couple of eating places, a bank, a gas station and small supermarket. A lone yellow blinker slows traffic a little. But few outsiders ever stop, and that is fine with Galatians, who have better things to do than chat. They raise corn, graze cattle and dig coal for a living. "Until lately," drawls one miner, "two dogs crossing the road at the same time...
They stand in single file at the post-office window, their hair gray, the lines of their plain, neat dresses amplified by age and experience, their thoughts mixing hope and anxiety. It is midafternoon, and dusk is settling on their lives, but as they move up in line they permit themselves to wonder: Is there a letter for me today? The efficient, sympathetic mademoiselle behind the counter nods yes, and watches aging eyes light up-or says, "Hélas, non, madame," and averts her glance from a spinsterly face gone slack. When you send a letter to your love...