POSTSCRIPTS TO HISTORY

Postscripts To History

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February 1966

13 years ago By admin

Volume

17

Issue

2

Auld, Lang, and Better The Vindicators Pride Followeth a Landfall The Voiceless Dead

Stories published from "February 1966"

“I’ve Served My Time In Hell”

Authored by: George McMillan

So thought many a weary Marine after the bloody, interminable battle for Guadalcanal. It was only a dot in the ocean, but upon its possession turned the entire course of the Pacific war

A Son’s Tribute

Authored by: David G. Lowe

Three long-lost paintings of Washington in action (above, at Germantown) were part of G.W.P. Custis’ lifelong effort to glorify the foster father he adored

Hail Liberty

Authored by: David McCullough

One thing was clear through the rain and the mist: America’s enthusiasm for Miss Liberty matched her colossal dimensions

Faces from the Past: Dolley Madison

Authored by: The Editors

In her later years, Dolley was urbane and gracious, but ruined financially by her spendthrift son.

Should The Historian Make Moral Judgments?

Authored by: Henry Steele Commager

By no means, said W. H. Prescott. Absolutely, said Lord Acton. The question remains hard—and intriguing

Who’s Got Button’s Bones?

Authored by: Roger M. Williams

A Grave Question for Georgians…

Station Closed

Authored by: Wendy Buehr

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The Conspiracy And Trial Of Aaron Burr

Authored by: John Dos Passos

No one who met him ever forgot him. His charm captivated beautiful women, his eloquence moved the United States Senate to tears, his political skills carried him to the very threshold of the White House. Yet while still Vice President he was indicted for murder, and was already dreaming the dreams of empire that would bring him to trial for treason. After a century and a half, historians still cannot decide whether he was a traitor, a con man, or a mere adventurer. Now, a distinguished writer enters the controversy with an account of

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Authored by: Gerald Carson

In Jackson’s day you were damned if you wore a beard; by Lincoln’s, damned if you didn’t. Then beards were suddenly ‘out “—for good, it seemed. But were they?

Land!

Authored by: Robert E. Cunningham

When the Oklahoma District was opened, boomers staked their claims. Sooners staked theirs sooner. Thousands of both were on hand, all with a single aim:

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