| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Aeroplanes and Dirigibles of War by Frederick A. Talbot: by such adverse criticism, but promptly set to work to eliminate
defects with a view to securing an all-round improvement.
The most successful of these endeavours is represented in the
Taube-Rumpler aeroplane, which may be described as an improved
edition of Etrich's original idea. As a matter of fact the
modifications were of so slight, though important, a character
that many machines generically described as Taubes are in reality
Rumplers, but the difference is beyond detection by the ordinary
and unpractised observer.
In the Rumpler machine the wings, like those of the Taube, assume
broadly the form and shape of those of the pigeon or dove in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey: In the morning very early I was awakened by a
disturbance. It sounded like a squeal. I heard
an astonished exclamation, another squeal, the
pattering of little feet, then hoarse uproar of
laughter from the ball players in the upper berths.
Following that came low, excited conversation
between the porter and somebody, then an angry
snort from the Rube and the thud of his heavy
feet in the aisle. What took place after that was
guess-work for me. But I gathered from the
roars and bawls that the Rube was after some of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: stopped with a catch in her throat, and added more slowly: "I
suppose everything's different, now that Toby is gone."
"He'd a-liked to a-seen you afore he cashed in," Jim answered;
"but maybe it was just as well he didn't. You'd hardly a-knowed
him toward the last, he got so thin an' peeked like. He wasn't
the same after we lost you, nobody was, not even Bingo."
"Have you still got Bingo?" she asked, through her tears.
"Yep, we got him," drawled Jim, "but he ain't much good no more.
None of the other riders can get used to his gait like you was.
There ain't nobody with the show what can touch you ridin', there
never will be. Say, mebbe you think Barker won't let out a yell
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