<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> "The current was too strong, the demagogues too numerous, the fall elections too near"</span> </span></p>
<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> “The world is my country, to hate rascals is my religion” he once said, and for more than forty years—before he mysteriously vanished—he blasted away at the delusions, pretentions, posturings, hopes, dreams, foibles, and institutions of all mankind. His name was Ambrose Bierce …</span> </span></p>
<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> He could build castles at his whim, but the ancient home of a small band of monks defeated him</span> </span></p>
<p><span class="deck"> WHEN JOSEPH KNOWLES STRIPPED TO THE BUFF AND SLIPPED INTO THE MAINE WOODS IN 1913, HE HOPED TO LEAD THE NATION BACK TO NATURE.</span> </p>
<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> There’s a corner of every Americans heart that is reserved for a cartoon cat. Its name might be Garfield, Sylvester, Fritz, or Felix. But there will never be another Krazy.</span> </span></p>
<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> If the facts were dull, the story didn’t get printed. So reporters made up the facts. It’s only recently that newspapers have even</span> tried <span class="typestyle"> to tell the truth</span> . </span></p>
<p><span class="deck">One of the country’ more bizzarre labor disputes pitted a crowed of outraged newsboys against two powerful opponents: Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolf Hearst.</span></p>