Quiz next class on reading
          assigned below. (Monday)
       

          Also, prepare 10 questions from
          your reading that could be used for a quiz/test. include the
          answers. No
       

          essay questions, multiple choice
          and short answer are fine.
       

          After the quiz, we will begin the
          new unit on the Great Depression. Text pages to read are: 670-683.
       

          For the next class, we will cover
          text: 694-705.
       

          Finally, we will be moving to a
          discussion of The Roosevelt Dynasty and The Great
          Depression and WWII essays in Lamb.
       

          DUE 4/17:
       

          Read Text Book
          Pages:
       

           pages
          578-593, 604-609
         
       

          Answer the Questions posted under
          HUSH   Documents.
       

          Due 4/17: Read the following poem
          written by Wilfred Owen shortly before his death in 1918. Then,
          write an essay - in 1st person - explaining your thoughs and
          feelings about what you have read, and what you think the poem means.
       

          Dulce Et Decorum Est
       

          Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed,
          coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till
          on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And
          towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men
          marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But
          limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk
          with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of
          disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS!
          Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting
          the clumsy helmets just in time;
But
          someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And
          floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim,
          through the misty panes and thick green light
As
          under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In
          all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He
          plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If
          in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind
          the wagon that we flung him in,
And
          watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His
          hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If
          you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come
          gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene
          as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of
          vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My
          friend, you would not tell with such high zest
       

          To children ardent for some desperate glory,
       

          The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
         
       

          The following poem should be read
          as well, for discussion in class on 4/17. It is written by Rupert
          Brooke.
       

          The
          Soldier
       

         

            If I should die, think only this
            of me:
That
            there's some corner of a foreign field
That
            is for ever England. There shall be
In
            that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A
            dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave,
            once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A
            body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed
            by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
         

         

            And think, this heart, all evil
            shed away,
A
            pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives
            somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her
            sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And
            laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In
            hearts at peace, under an English heaven.