Green Shirts Research Articles

Under the Bed Fred by L. Bailey

Bailey, Linda. Under the Bed Fred. Tundra Books, 2017.In this offering of the “monsters are not scary” genre, award winning author Linda Bailey has written a chapter book for newly independent readers. There are five chapters telling the story of Leo, who is afraid of the monster, Fred, who lives under his bed. Eventually Leo befriends Fred and discovers he is not scary. He takes Fred to school, where Fred defends him against the class bully, who is portrayed as a red-headed child with a green shirt. Most readers will relate to dealing with a bully at school.The book is well paced for a new reader’s daily reading time. The text is simple and nearly every page has an illustration. One can imagine a child in Grade 2 or 3 being able to read a chapter each day and feel success at having completed a 63 page book by the end of a week.The illustrations are comic style. The monster looks a lot like a brown bear. There are lots of action images, extreme expressions, and speech balloons. The text appears as a very large typeface to emphasize something scary or loud. Sometimes the text is printed at an angle and sometimes words like “KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!”, “GRRRRRROWWLL!” and “CRASH! OOF! POP!” are printed over images for effect.Overall, this is a good book and it is therefore recommended for public and school libraries. Recommendation: 3 stars out of 4Reviewer: Sean C. BorleSean Borle is a University of Alberta undergraduate student who is an advocate for child health and safety.

1829년 자경전 진찬에 참여한 차비(差備)의 역할과 복식 유형

The following shows the results of comparing and analyzing the “Jagyeongjeon jinchan-do” found in 1829 Gichukjinchan-dobyeong and “Jinchan-uigwe, including the findings of the position and role of Chabi who attended to the royal banquet and its styllistic structure. First, Mostly Yeogwans were responsible for serving King Sunjo, the wife of crown prince and Naebins(honored women guests) who had seat within Jagyeongjeon. Both Yeogwans and Yeoryeongs were responsible for serving the crown prince as he had seat in the garden. Yeoryeongs were responsible for serving Oebins(honored men guests) who had seat outside of the Jagyeongjeon. Second, there were many kinds of Chabi, but a Chabi would often take on multiple roles. As such, the actual number of Chabi who took part was low. King Sunjo had the most numerous Chabi, and Naebins had the second most numerous Chabi. Third, Chabi wearing black Wonsam were all Yeogwan who would either oversee the banquet within Jagyeongjeon or stone steps, or directly attend to the king. They would decorate a artificial Samjihwa in their Eoyeomeori, put a blue belt with black Wonsam, and wear red Onhye. They would wear two different skirts: blue skirt inside and a long blue unlined skirt on the outside. Fourth, Chabi wearing green Wonsam were all Yeogwan serving the king, crown prince, the wife of crown prince and Naebin within the court, stone steps and bamboo blinds. They would decorate a artificial Samjihwa in their Eoyeomeori, put a blue belt with green Wonsam, and wear red Onhye. They would wear a blue skirt inside and a long red unlined skirt on the outside. Fifth, the Chabi wearing green Dangui were Yeoryeong, categorized into three kinds by their outer skirt. The Yeoryeong holding ceremonial weaponry outside of the Jagyeongjeon would wear Garima, a artificial red peach blossom, green Dangui, blue skirt, Heukhye, and white sleeve attachments. The Yeoryeong placed in the garden of Jagyeongjeon would wear Garima, a artificial peony blossom, green Dangui, blue skirt, short red skirt, Heukhye and white sleeve attachments. The Jibsa and Holgi Yeoryeong would wear Garima, a artificial peony blossom, green Dangui, blue skirt, short red skirt, Heukhye, and white sleeve attachments. Sixth, Hyang-kkoji Chabi would wear green shirt with short and narrow sleeves and short red skirt and put on a belt. They would also decorate with hair ribbons, Binyeo and flowers on their hair.

‘Dig It!’ Finds Its Final Home

Above: The exterior of GROW, a gallery of the Saint Louis Science Center where the Dig It! exhibit will be incorporated. Inset: Dig It! has inspired countless young people since it first opened in 2008 at the Smithsonian to understand soils as a natural resource that is essential to all life. Dig It! The Secrets of Soil will settle down in St. Louis, MO, opening 22 Apr. 2017. This final home for Dig It! at the Saint Louis Science Center comes after years of traveling around the country, informing the general public about soil science. The Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History developed the display in 2006, and SSSA was its founding sponsor. Several SSSA members served on the developing committee and published articles in the Soil Science Society of America Journal about the exhibit.1 Ross Braun, retired from USDA-NRCS, was a key person to get Dig It! into the Saint Louis Science Center. Braun was one of the original docents for Dig It! during its 19-month stay in Washington, DC. “I'd go there on Friday afternoons, sometimes weekends, and teach people about soil science with an activity cart,” Braun recalls. Even after Dig It! left the Smithsonian, Braun continued these same activities for a year because the cart was so popular. Only his retirement and subsequent move back to Missouri could stop his volunteering at the Smithsonian! When Braun was settled in Missouri, he started looking for a way to volunteer. In addition to speaking at master gardener and naturalist groups, he joined the Saint Louis Science Center's advisory committee for its GROW exhibit, which opened in June 2016. GROW is a 1-acre, permanent exhibit that tells the story of food, from farm to fork. “At the time, I was hoping that Dig It! could be part of the GROW exhibit, but getting GROW completed and running was such a large endeavor itself, it would not have worked,” Braun says. But now that the center has experience with GROW, Braun saw an opportunity to meld the two exhibits. SSSA's CEO Ellen Bergfeld saw that opportunity, too. She had been talking with the Science Center about Dig It! for several years. “The GROW exhibit educates people about food production and the land,” Bergfeld says. “The Saint Louis Science Center was established as a Smithsonian affiliate museum in 2016 and does an excellent job of attracting large and diverse audiences. The fit with the GROW gallery is phenomenal. Being in the center of the United States—in the ‘heartland’ so to speak—also makes a lot of sense for Dig It!” Saint Louis Science Center executives concurred. Part of Dig It! will be integrated into the GROW exhibit itself: the soil monoliths and two dioramas, according to Cindy Encarnación, Senior Director of Science. “Educational content about soil fits very well into our GROW exhibit. We cover topics from the seeds that are planted in the ground, to the food we enjoy in our lunchbox or plates. GROW is about food, plant biology, and farming—so many topics that connect with soil science well.” Maxine Levin and a team of NRCS soil scientists and Saint Louis Science Center professionals worked on reconditioning the soil monoliths in March 2017. Ross Braun, one of the key people to bring Dig It! to St. Louis, is pictured in the green shirt. “When we introduce Dig It!, the soil monoliths (a row of “All-American Soils,” as they're called) will be highlighted in our GROW Pavilion,” Encarnación says. “The ‘At Home in the World of Soil’ and ‘Underneath It All’ dioramas also fit and will become permanent parts of GROW.” Maxine Levin, who has been reconditioning the soil monoliths from museum to museum, led a team of soil scientists to refurbish the monoliths for GROW in March. “It was terrific and exciting to open up the crates with the monoliths and find them in really good shape,” Levin says. “Considering they were in storage for a year and a half and had two cross-country moves to get to St. Louis, that's amazing! The St. Louis location will be stunning in the pavilion in the GROW exhibition. The reconditioning went very fast this time with our large and enthusiastic crew of volunteers from NRCS working with the Saint Louis Science Center professionals. The collaboration doesn't get better than this between SSSA, NRCS, and the center. Congratulations to Ross Braun …whose persistence and coordination made the new location and venue a reality.” In a few months, the Science Center plans to have a reception to celebrate the integration of Dig It! into the GROW exhibit. Other parts of Dig It! will be placed in their Ecology and Environment gallery and the Life Sciences Lab.

The value of a good science hack

Matt Bellis (green shirt) takes part in the 2014 Science Hack Day in San Francisco. Image courtesy of Flickr/Matt Biddulph.

Self Portrait, Green Shirt

Self Portrait, Green Shirt

Red and romantic behavior in men viewing women

AbstractIn many non‐human primate species, a display of red by a female increases attraction behavior in male conspecifics. In two experiments, we investigate an analogous effect in humans, specifically, whether red on a woman's shirt increases attraction behavior in men. In Experiment 1, men who viewed an ostensible conversation partner in a red versus a green shirt chose to ask her more intimate questions. In Experiment 2, men who viewed an ostensible interaction partner in a red versus a blue shirt chose to sit closer to her. These effects were observed across participants' perceptions of their own attractiveness (Experiment 1) and general activation and mood (Experiment 2). Our findings suggest that red acts as a basic, non‐lexical prime, influencing reproduction‐relevant behavior in like manner across species. Copyright © 2010 John Wiley & Sons, Ltd.

Prairie dog alarm calls encode labels about predator colors

Some animals have the cognitive capacity to differentiate between different species of predators and generate different alarm calls in response. However, the presence of any addition information that might be encoded into alarm calls has been largely unexplored. In the present study, three similar-sized human females walked through a Gunnison's prairie dog (Cynomys gunnisoni) colony wearing each of three different-colored shirts: blue, green, and yellow. We recorded the alarm calls and used discriminant function analysis to assess whether the calls for the different-colored shirts were significantly different. The results showed that the alarm calls for the blue and the yellow shirts were significantly different, but the green shirt calls were not significantly different from the calls for the yellow shirt. The colors that were detected, with corresponding encoding into alarm calls, reflect the visual perceptual abilities of the prairie dogs. This study suggests that prairie dogs are able to incorporate labels about the individual characteristics of predators into their alarm calls, and that the complexity of information contained in animal alarm calls may be greater than has been previously believed.

Shelter

Shelter Paula W. Peterson (bio) Shelter The pet shop was overly warm and humid and smelled, not unpleasantly, of fur, rabbit pellets, damp newspaper-lined cages, and wood shavings. It was as dimly lit as a cave. Display windows up front were filled with iguanas and ferrets and an African grey parrot perched high up on a wooden beam. A huge, panting yellow Lab lumbered through the store, switching his tail listlessly and bumping his haunches against the occasional customer. Although the pet shop was located on a busy suburban intersection that was always being thrust into further chaos by infinite rounds of construction work, inside it was strangely tranquil, orderly, and rational in character, for a place full of animals. Jack wouldn’t have it any other way and everybody else who worked there understood this, and understood the consequences if things got out of control. Customers who did not yet know Jack sensed, without being able to put a name to it, the presence of a governing spirit and were at once grateful and relieved. On this morning in July there were few humans in the store. It was quiet, except for the gentle hum of the aquariums and the whir of the big floor fans. In the aquarium aisle—marine on one side, freshwater on the other—Jack was testing the water for nitrates and ammonia. The morning routine in the lull before the onslaught of customers. One of the thirty-gallon tanks on the second tier had a few sickly fish, and Agnes, the owner, suspected a bacterial infection. Jack agreed. He held up a test-tube to the light and examined it. His forehead—high, pale, and intelligent—wrinkled with concentration. The raised arm was bare, muscular, and decorated from the wrists up with tattoos. A fire-breathing dragon. A snarling dog’s head with fierce canines. A Medusa with snakes writhing around her skull. His back was ramrod straight, the way they’d taught him in the Marines. Here he wore a uniform also: blue jeans and a bright green shirt with the shop’s logo. His legs were short and rather stubby compared to his longer torso, but in the service [End Page 9] he’d learned to move with economy and grace. No waste, ever. No slouching. He was just thirty, and his reddish brown hair was already thinning. This bothered him, and he was considering shaving his head. A woman appeared from around the corner that led to the annex, where there were eight-hundred-dollar Dalmatian puppies and Siamese cats with merciless sapphire eyes. “Would you be Jack?” she said. Her voice, tremulous and musical, vibrated at the base of Jack’s spine. Disturbed, he looked up and his frown deepened at being interrupted. “I would be,” he said, continuing his work. The woman waited for a moment and then sighed and drew a hand across her forehead, pushing away a strand of tawny hair. “Hot,” she remarked. “Fucking ac is broken,” said Jack. “And it’s 90 degrees in the shade out there.” “Oh that’s awful. When is it going to be fixed?” “Who knows?” he said, gloomily. “The fish are all gasping for air at the top of the tank.” “They can’t breathe in the heat?” asked the woman. A blonde, maybe late thirties. Petite figure. Delicate ankles and wrists. Nicely put together. Fresh white dress, sandals. Her purse held clutched against her thighs as if for protection from something making her nervous. Those little rays around her eyes. Her cheeks hollow, shadowy. Maybe she was a bit too thin. She had been crying before she came into the store. It was something Jack sensed: a certain dampness in her exhalations, and again that vibration in her voice, which he could still feel in the small of his back. He picked up another test tube and carefully squirted in a few drops from a bottle, not looking at her when he spoke. “Oxygen levels in the water are depleted when the temperature rises. Causes all sorts of problems.” “Poor fish. What a precarious existence,” she sighed. Her lilting voice, with darker tones just beneath the surface...

Green Shirts

Green Shirts

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Book ReviewsSocial Movements and Their Supporters: The Green Shirts in England. By Mark Drakeford. New York: St. Martin's Press, 1997. Pp. ix+236. $65.00.

Book Reviews<i>Social Movements and Their Supporters: The Green Shirts in England</i>. By Mark Drakeford. New York: St. Martin's Press, 1997. Pp. ix+236. $65.00.

Social movements and their supporters: the Green Shirts in England

Acknowledgements - Social Movements: Thoughts and Theories - A Movement Begins - Getting Established - Splits and Schisms - Leadership and Elitism - Culture and Commitment - The Active Few - Cause and Conversion - The Green Shirts - A Mass Movement - Success and Supporters - Myths and Movements - A Turning Tide - Commitment and Adversity - Social Movements: Supporters Still - References - Index

What Do I Say to Them

WHAT DO I SAY TO THEM / Thomas McCaIl WE ENTER A CRAMPED LOBBY, Lucy Banks, a nurse, ahead of me. The lobby's floor is a jigsaw of small, black and white ceramic tiles, some broken, others missing altogether. In a row of mailboxes on one wall the name "Ramirez" is crudely scratched into the metal of the box labeled 3B. "It's cold in here," I say. The snow that drops from our shoes isn't melting. "They don't heat lobbies in this part of town, John," Lucy says. "They save it for upstairs. It's 3B, let's go." I'm glad Lucy's with me. She's in her forties, twice my age, and I trust her experience. She may be forthright in what she says, but I know she'll never embarrass me in front of a mother. A wooden staircase, its carpet worn and stinking, grumbles under our feet. "What do we know about this woman?" I ask. "Nothing. She called in an hour ago. She's never been seen at the Maternity Center." "No care before now? She just calls us - bang! - and says, 'Come now, this is it, I'm ready to dump this baby/ " "That's right." A small, dark man answers the door at 3B. He's dressed in an iridescent green shirt and black pants. "Mr. Ramirez?" I say, then give him no chance to answer. "We're from the Maternity Center." He nods and waves us through the door. "I don't know what to do if you don't come," he says in a thick, Hispanic accent. The room is large and dim. A long, graceful row of windows on one wall could easily light the space, but there are shades pulled down tightly against the sun. The wooden floor is bare, and furniture is scant—a bulky maroon couch under the windows and a television set on the opposite wall. On the couch perch two small children, a boy and a girl, both in heavy woolen sweaters. They peer at the television screen, mesmerized, while the colored, moving light of a cartoon show jumps on their faces. "How is your wife, Mr. Ramirez?" I ask. Before he answers, the children notice us and scramble to be close to him, one on either side. He gently balances an arm across the shoulders of each. The Missouri Review · 277 "They are not used to strangers in the apartment," he explains. Lucy squats to reach the children's level. Their hair and complexions are fair, unlike Ramirez's. "No school this morning, kids?" Lucy says. "They stayed home to see the baby," Ramirez says. "Where is your wife?" I interrupt rudely, feeling pushed to get moving. "In the back bedroom." Mrs. Ramirez is alone in the bedroom. She's a huge woman, big even beyond her pregnancy, easily the biggest thing in the room. Flat on her back, she lies in the middle of a double bed that strains under her load. Winter sunlight from a nearby window streams across her. "Are you the doctor?" she asks. I walk close to the bed, into the warmth of the light; my shadow is painted on her chest. "My name is John Patterson," I say, "and this is Lucy Banks." Lucy smiles at Mrs. Ramirez, then without speaking moves to a covered radiator under the window. She begins to empty the contents of a fat leather bag onto the surface of the radiator. The instruments for delivery of the baby—oddly shaped, angular pieces of stainless steel—catch the gleam of sunlight and flash it from their edges. "When did you start, Mrs. Ramirez?" I ask. "About five this morning." It is now ten. A simple blue nightgown covers her swollen breasts and the round mountain of her pregnant belly. A tangled bedsheet hides her legs. Her hair—dull blond, short, and straight—is wet at its roots. "How's it been so far?" I say. "A little worse the last hour." "Did you have your other babies at home?" "No, at a hospital. We had insurance. I didn't have to call for this." "Did those babies come fast?" I...

Integralism and the Brazilian Catholic Church

M I OST SCHOLARS HAVE APPROACHED THE SUBJECT of Brazilian Integralism either comparatively-as a hybrid of Continental Fascism-or ideologically-as Brazil's first right-wing, radical movement. Generally, however, neither approach has emphasized its intellectual and spiritual affinity to the Brazilian Catholic Church of the 1930s or noted the nature of its connection with the Church. The more dramatic aspects of Integralism, such as its violence and its fascist trappings (green shirts, salutes, goose-stepping marches), have obscured the fact that Integralism often acted, although implicitly, as a arm of the Catholic Church. It is the contention of this essay that attention to the symbiotic relationship obtaining between the Integralist movement and the Catholic Church between 1932 and 1937 sheds light on some frequently disregarded characteristics of Brazilian fascism and the nature of political Catholicism in this period. The Integralists' philosophical dependence on Catholic doctrine and the significant sphere of influence it offered the Church coincided with the Church's search for means to aggrandize its power in the state within the context of an elitist strategy. The fact that the Brazilian Catholic Church of the 1930s pursued a multi-pronged approach to power, utilizing diversified groups and tactics to attain its ends, has dimmed historians' awareness of the Church-Integralist accord. Such a shotgun approach to power was developed by Sebastiao Cardinal Leme, authoritative leader of the Church from 1928 until his death in 1942. Leme long had perceived the Church as an institution beleaguered by the growth of competitive value systems and by the position of inferiority imposed on it by the Constitution of 1891.1 His choice of an essentially elitist

Nicholas M. Nagy-Talavera, The Green Shirts and the Others. A History of Fascism in Hungary and Rumania, Stanford, California, Hoover Institution Press, 1970, 427 p., cartes et index.

Nicholas M. Nagy-Talavera, The Green Shirts and the Others. A History of Fascism in Hungary and Rumania, Stanford, California, Hoover Institution Press, 1970, 427 p., cartes et index. - Volume 29 Issue 2

The Green Shirts and the Others: A History of Fascism in Hungary and Rumania. By Nicholas M. Nagy-Talavera. (Stanford: Stanford University. Hoover Institution Press, 1970. Pp. 427. $9.95.)

The Green Shirts and the Others: A History of Fascism in Hungary and Rumania. By Nicholas M. Nagy-Talavera. (Stanford: Stanford University. Hoover Institution Press, 1970. Pp. 427. $9.95.) - Volume 66 Issue 1

The Green Shirts and the Others, A History of Fascism in Hungary and Rumania, by Nicholas M. Nagy-Talavera

<i>The Green Shirts and the Others, A History of Fascism in Hungary and Rumania</i>, by Nicholas M. Nagy-Talavera

John Hargrave, the Green Shirts, and Social Credit

John Hargrave, the Green Shirts, and Social Credit