Chattanooga Quotes

Your Dragon has been a bit of a gigolo over the centuries, my dear. It would be easier to point out the females he hasn’t nailed than to list the ones he’s bedded.

I’ll ask again, are the bindings okay? I don’t want you in pain, just discomfort.” “Then you did good, Sir, as I’m uncomfortable as shit, but nothing hurts.

But Matt's the only guy I've ever gone out with,and he barely counts.I once told him I'd dated this guy named Stuart Thistleback at summer camp. Stuart Thistleback had auburn hair and played the stand-up bass, and we were totally in love,but he lived in Chattanooga and we didn't have our driver's licenses yet. Matt knew I made it up,but he was too nice to say so.

Did you name your pigeons with names?" asked Wiffle (the Chick). These three, the sandy and golden brown, all named themselves by where they came from. This is Chickamauga, here is Chattanooga, and this is Chattahoochee. And the other three all got their names from me when I was feeling high and easy. This is Blue Mist, here is Bubbles, and last of all take a look at Wednesday Evening in the Twilight and the Gloaming." Do you always call her Wednesday Evening in the Twilight and the Gloaming?" Not when I am making coffee from breakfast. If I am making coffee for breakfast then I just call her Wednesday Evening.

Pardon Me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?

You may not like everything I do to you in this room, but if I do it right then you’ll want to come back.” His

Tell me all about your week,” I said to the boyfriend. “Well, Monday I woke up at eleven thirty a.m.,” he’d start. He could go on all day. He was from Chattanooga. He had a nice, soft voice. It had a nice sound to it, like an old radio. I got up and filled a mug with wine and sat on the bed. “The line at the grocery store was average,” he was saying. Later: “But I don’t like Lacan. When people are so incoherent, it means they’re arrogant.” “Lazy,” I said. “Yeah.” By the time he was done talking we could go out for dinner. We could get drinks. All I had to do was walk around and sit down and tell him what to order. He took care of me that way.

and he became a communist. He was court-martialed but allowed to resign from the army. In the revolutions of 1848 he fought to overthrow his king and, failing, fled to America. There he became first a carpenter and then the editor of a German-language newspaper in Cincinnati with a slant so leftist he earned the nickname "Reddest of the Red." When the Civil War came, Willich recruited fifteen hundred Cincinnati Germans within a matter of hours and helped organize the Ninth Ohio-now marching with the XIV Corps.

Wilderness by Carl Sandburg There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross. There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis. There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot’s hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so. There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness. O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

The Cherokees left the beautiful mountainous land of their ancestors. They were forced to live far away, in the West, which many of them felt was the home of evil spirits. Perhaps evil spirits did dwell in the new land, for the Cherokees were never the same again after they had left their mountains. Now, no man alive in Georgia remembers the Cherokee Nation. The growing capital city of the Nation has been destroyed. There are no Cherokee women and girls left to pick the berries which grow along the creeks of the Georgia mountains. The deer which graze on the mountainsides are no more hunted by Cherokee men and boys. All that is left are names. Some of the towns and rivers in North Georgia have names which sound like music and make one think of the time when Cherokees ruled this land. There is a small town named Hiawassee and another named Ellijay. Such names sound like the wind whispering in the mountain pines. Other towns are called Rising Fawn and Talking Rock and Ball Ground. There are the rivers with strange names such as Chattahoochee, Oostenaula, Coosa, Chatooga and Etowah. Nacoochee is the name of a beautiful valley and Chattanooga the name of a great city. There are Cherokee names, given to these places a thousand years before the white man came to America. Now the Cherokees have gone. Only the names remain.

Bakın. Evvelce söylediğim gibi, buraya yıllar önce geldiniz, ellerinizi çırptınız ve üç yüz kent fırlayıverdi ! Sonra dikenli tellerin içine beş yüz başka ulus, devlet, halk, din ve siyasal düzen eklediniz. Böylece dertler başladı. Ah, görebileceğiniz bir şey değildi. Her şey rüzgarda ve aralardaki boşluklardaydı. Ama bu dikenli tellerin dışındaki sorunların aynısıydı; ağız dalaşları, ayaklanmalar, görünmez savaşlar. Ama sonunda sorun yatıştı. Neden olduğunu bilmek ister misiniz?... Çünkü Baston ile Trinidad'ı birleştirdiniz. Trinidad'ın bir kısmı Lizbon'dan başını uzatıyor, Lizbon'un bir kısmı lskenderiye'ye yaslanıyor. lskenderiye Şangay'a dalıyor ve arada bir sürü mıh ve çivi, Chattanooga, Oshkosh, Oslo, Sweet Water, Soissons, Beyrut, Bombay ve Port Arthur gibi. New York'ta bir adamı vuruyorsunuz, sendeleyip Atina'da devrilip ölüyor. Chicago'da siyasal bir rüşvet alınıyor, Londra'da birileri hapse giriyor. Zencinin birini Alabama'da asıyorsunuz, Macaristan'da birileri onu gömmek zorunda kalıyor. Polonya'nın ölü Yahudileri Sydney, Portland ve Tokyo'nun sokaklarını dolduruyor. Berlin'de adamın birinin karnına bıçak saplıyorsunuz, Memphis'te bir çiftçinin sırtından çıkıyor. Yakın, o kadar yakın ki. Onun için burada huzurumuz var. O kadar iç içeyiz ki, huzur olmak zorunda, yoksa geriye bir şey kalmaz ! Kim, ne sebeple başlatmış olursa olsun, bir yangın hepimizi yok eder.

On Sunday, November 10, Kaiser Wilhelm II was dethroned, and he fled to Holland for his life. Britain’s King George V, who was his cousin, told his diary that Wilhelm was “the greatest criminal known for having plunged the world into this ghastly war,” having “utterly ruined his country and himself.” Keeping vigil at the White House, the President and First Lady learned by telephone, at three o’clock that morning, that the Germans had signed an armistice. As Edith later recalled, “We stood mute—unable to grasp the significance of the words.” From Paris, Colonel House, who had bargained for the armistice as Wilson’s envoy, wired the President, “Autocracy is dead. Long live democracy and its immortal leader. In this great hour my heart goes out to you in pride, admiration and love.” At 1:00 p.m., wearing a cutaway and gray trousers, Wilson faced a Joint Session of Congress, where he read out Germany’s surrender terms. He told the members that “this tragical war, whose consuming flames swept from one nation to another until all the world was on fire, is at an end,” and “it was the privilege of our own people to enter it at its most critical juncture.” He added that the war’s object, “upon which all free men had set their hearts,” had been achieved “with a sweeping completeness which even now we do not realize,” and Germany’s “illicit ambitions engulfed in black disaster.” This time, Senator La Follette clapped. Theodore Roosevelt and Senator Lodge complained that Wilson should have held out for unconditional German surrender. Driven down Capitol Hill, Wilson was cheered by joyous crowds on the streets. Eleanor Roosevelt recorded that Washington “went completely mad” as “bells rang, whistles blew, and people went up and down the streets throwing confetti.” Including those who had perished in theaters of conflict from influenza and other diseases, the nation’s nineteen-month intervention in the world war had levied a military death toll of more than 116,000 Americans, out of a total perhaps exceeding 8 million. There were rumors that Wilson planned to sail for France and horse-trade at the peace conference himself. No previous President had left the Americas during his term of office. The Boston Herald called this tradition “unwritten law.” Senator Key Pittman, Democrat from Nevada, told reporters that Wilson should go to Paris “because there is no man who is qualified to represent him.” The Knickerbocker Press of Albany, New York, was disturbed by the “evident desire of the President’s adulators to make this war his personal property.” The Free Press of Burlington, Vermont, said that Wilson’s presence in Paris would “not be seemly,” especially if the talks degenerated into “bitter controversies.” The Chattanooga Times called on Wilson to stay home, “where he could keep his own hand on the pulse of his own people” and “translate their wishes” into action by wireless and cable to his bargainers in Paris.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

The old fables, myths, and follies associated with the idea of woman's incompetence to handle bat and oar, bridle and rein, and at last the cross-bar of the bicycle, are passing into contempt in presence of the nimbleness, agility, and skill of "that boy's sister"... - Frances E. Willard, women's suffragist, author of A Wheel Within a Wheel, 1895

A close study of the southern newspapers fails to show that the bloomer craze has gained any decided hold south of the Mason and Dixon line. Indeed, the bicycle is a new thing, and the women who ride are as fearful of criticism as a woman in tight knickerbockers would be in some Northern places...South of Virginia the real southern women do not ride the bicycle much. The climate is against the exercise...A Tennessee paper so late as last week was wondering if any woman would have the temerity to introduce bloomers in that region. If any did, it said, they would surely bring on themselves such notoriety as must be exceedingly unpleasant to modest, womanly women...Some few women in New Orleans wear bloomers, but in almost every southern newspaper the appearance of a pair of bloomers is treated almost as would be the coming ashore of the sea serpent. - Los Angeles Herald, Sept. 15, 1895

[During this winter the citizens of Jo Davies County, Ill., subscribed for and had a diamond-hilled sword made for General Grant, which was always known as the Chattanooga sword. The scabbard was of gold, and was ornamented with a scroll running nearly its entire length, displaying in engraved letters the names of the battles in which General Grant had participated. Congress also gave him a vote of thanks for the victories at Chattanooga, and voted him a gold medal for Vicksburg and Chattanooga. All such things are now in the possession of the government at Washington.]

Rochelle Harris, Chattanooga, Tennessee, went without his supper to record this chant for us. Once he had been the foreman of a steel-laying gang whose job it was to unload rails from a flat-car and then place them in position on the ties. The first qualification in the South for a foreman of this sort is that he have a good voice and a fine sense of rhythm, along with the ability to improvise.

Ultimately, the South cannibalized turpentine and brandy stills, sending purchasing agents amid great secrecy to seize or buy those stills wherever they found them. “Thus,” Broun admitted, “all the caps issued from the arsenal … during the last twelve months of the war manufactured from the copper stills of North Carolina.

When the battle did not go according to his plan, Grant adapted and modified that plan. A stumble in one sector met with success elsewhere, and Grant capitalized upon that success. This flexibility should not be dismissed lightly. Far too many commanders, when confronted by an unexpected reverse, responded with passivity—Braxton Bragg, for example.

Chattanooga made Grant in a way that Vicksburg’s triumph had not. Within slightly more than a month of being given authority over the entire Western Theater, Grant erased the defeat of Chickamauga, saved the Army of the Cumberland, and routed Bragg.

If Rosecrans wanted to establish a line on this encircling high ground, he would need a large number of men to do so. Troops would have to man the entire length of Missionary Ridge at least as far as Rossville, more troops would be needed to hold the two miles of valley, and then additional forces at the foot, on the plateau, and on the top of Lookout. In all, this line would require about 100,000 men to properly man all the necessary defensive works. In the immediate aftermath of Chickamauga, however, Rosecrans had at most 30,000.

Thomas’s deployment on the morning of September 21 encompassed less than one-third of the overall length needed to secure all of Chattanooga’s approaches.

Union regiments counted officers as well as enlisted men as a matter of course, but Confederate formations often omitted their officers in their own accounting–

Dowd reached this line shortly after the combined 27th/24th line crumbled, and though Walthall had ordered him “to hold my post till Hell froze over,” to Dowd it now looked like “the ice was about five feet over it.

Though not widely understood at the time, this lack meant that the average soldier suffered from a deficiency of Vitamin A, which rendered men night-blind—a condition noted in some letters and diaries, though the writers had no explanation for the cause.

In the Spring of 1962, a white postal worker from Baltimore, William Moore, decided to use his ten-day vacation to showcase his passion for Civil Rights.  Moore planned a “Freedom Walk” from Chattanooga, Tennessee, across Alabama, to Jackson, Mississippi, where he would confront Governor Ross Barnett about the injustice of racial segregation.      Moore, who had a history of psychiatric illness, entered Alabama wearing signs that read MISSISSIPPI OR BUST, END SEGREGATION IN AMERICA, and EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL MEN.  The much-publicized march ended tragically, when Moore's body was found on a roadside near Gadsen, Alabama—he had been shot to death.

aware of how she looked nude in the formal, high heels. What was it about being naked with dress shoes that made women look as if they just needed a cock shoved in them?

Becky jumps up from the table, the one that made it here all the way from Chattanooga. Her red-checked tablecloth is spread across it just so, the corners perfectly aligned, and a vase full of purple alpine rises from the center. It’s like God dropped a tiny tavern right into the middle of the wilderness

My hips froze now, to make sure I didn’t buck him off because it was suddenly very important he keep doing exactly what he was doing — his finger moving inside me, touching me in places never touched before, and his magnificent tongue doing the most wicked things.

Later this year Airbus will open a $600m plant near Mobile, Alabama, not far from its rival Boeing in North Charleston, South Carolina. Volkswagen is expanding its car plants in Chattanooga. South Carolina makes more tyres than any other state: both Michelin and Continental have their North American headquarters there. (The Palmetto State also grows more peaches than the Peach State,

The ticket-buying site Fandango said pre-sales have propelled “Fifty Shades” into the 15-year-old company’s all-time Top 5 for R-rated selections. Several hundred screenings have already sold out. Some are in unanticipated hot spots, including Tupelo, Mississippi, and Chattanooga, Tennessee.

I would take them a few times, feel my emotions and sense of reality fuzz, and look at my mother who had been doped up on them since we moved to Chattanooga. I would see her blank, hazel eyes, and her bright, but empty, smile with chronic, artificial, exaggerated cheer, and become scared. I often wondered if she was buried under layers upon layers of southern sugar. I would make bitchy, inappropriate statements and look for her. I would say something, anything to shake her and look into her eyes for something real. I saw it when she was upset or afraid. I saw it when she’d spot me exiting my bathroom, hair tied back, knowing what I’d done. I saw it when she found out I was raped. I saw it when I told her about the drugs I used. I saw flickers of a real person, but she quickly disappeared within herself once she gathered composure. I decided not to be like her. Even if it meant embracing my demons, I wanted to be real. After a couple doses, I would toss the meds in the garbage.

You don't need to be clad in a towel at the New York Continental Baths watching Bette Midler sing 'Chattanooga Choo Choo' to connect with camp.

Breastworks, however rudely and hastily constructed, would be a feature of Union battle positions wherever possible from now on.39

Polk regarded orders as suggestions, to be routinely ignored if he had a better idea.

In a single stroke an inexperienced Episcopal bishop became one of the senior generals in the budding Confederate army.

returned with several cases of .577 Enfield rounds. These provided for the roughly one-third of the 21st carrying the English muskets, but left the men armed with Colt rifles unsupplied. Necessity being the mother of invention, the men soon discovered they could force the rounds into the chambers of the cylinder, but that firing them burst the barrels; by affixing bayonets, however, the muzzles were reinforced just enough to prevent splitting.

Hotchkiss was not a scientific gunner, as his straight-ahead, charge-’em-and-to-hell-with-the-consequences manner so aptly demonstrated in Winfrey Field the evening before. Semple, by contrast, was a canny veteran tactician. Close range was fine—if you could get there and deliver accurate fire without getting shot to pieces first—but what Hotchkiss failed to grasp was that artillery was most effective when it delivered a converging fire.

but if Leonidas Polk had left things entirely up to Daniel Harvey Hill, nothing at all would have been done.

The real problem was that in the space of a quarter of an hour, General Rosecrans set virtually the entire Union right wing in motion. He did so in the face of a powerful enemy already attacking his left wing, and who at that moment was preparing to attack his right wing.

the Federals who rallied atop Horseshoe Ridge did so of their own volition, and the initial gathering there had as much to do with individual tenacity and a stubborn unwillingness to admit defeat as it did with the presence of any general.

Unlike Gettysburg, Chickamauga does not contain imposing statues of Thomas, Longstreet, or any other general officer.

the men who rallied and initially held Horseshoe Ridge did so with little regard to tactical manuals. They simply refused to quit.

September 19 bears the hallmarks of a large-scale meeting engagement, albeit one seemingly conducted with most of the participants blindfolded.

Ambrose Bierce heard the yell and described the effect it had on those occupying the dark gloomy woods: “Away to our left and rear some of Bragg’s people set up ‘the rebel yell.’ It was taken up successively and passed round to our front, along our right and in behind us again, until it seemed almost to have got to the point whence it started. It was the ugliest sound that any mortal ever heard.

I’d make her the best chattanooga board, or whatever it was called, my thirty bucks could buy.

Bragg was a good strategist, a competent planner, a solid logistician, and demonstrably capable of turning civilians into first-rate soldiers through training and discipline. He was also a failure as a leader, incapable of inspiring loyalty among his subordinates or forging disparate personalities into a functioning combat command. He could be remarkably inflexible on a field of battle.

For reasons that remain obscure, Ingraham’s body was never removed from the battlefield. After the war, the Reed family marked his grave with a proper headstone and encircled it with an iron fence.

By the time the official reports were written everyone understood careers teetered on the brink, and great care was taken in the penning of those missives.

In 1880, “Garfield’s Ride” became a centerpiece of his campaign for the presidency, so much so that other witnesses later marveled at the mythology that sprouted up around the tale. In fact this mission, as noted by Garfield’s most reliable biographer, historian Theodore C. Smith, “although a creditable display of courage, involved no unusual risk.

Coca-Cola’s other profitable variation arose serendipitously. For two years, Candler was pestered by an entrepreneur from Chattanooga, Benjamin Franklin Thomas, who wanted to bottle Coca-Cola. In 1889, Candler reluctantly agreed to Thomas’s plan. The bottling of Coke was an instant success, leading to high profits for the company and bottlers. For Coca-Cola, bottlers created a huge new market without any capital need. By 1904 there were more than 120 bottling plants throughout the US. Coca-Cola may be the first example in history of a company concentrating on its ‘core competencies’ (in this case, product formulation, branding and marketing) and outsourcing all capital-intensive functions. As a result, the company grew enormously without having to raise much external capital. And it all happened by chance. When competing colas emerged, Coke was able to command a substantial price premium. To this day, Coca-Cola has remained highly profitable. It currently has an operating margin of 26 per cent, instead of the 5 to 10 per cent typical in the food and beverage industry.

Scarcely a day went by without Edwards starting a fight or challenging a guard or refusing to cooperate in some way. The officers tried increasingly harsh discipline but to no avail. Their threats and punishments were no more successful at curbing Dave’s behavior than they would be had they been levied against an incarcerated raccoon.

His voice was so faint that it was audible only to those in the first rows. “I haven’t got much to say, only that I am an innocent man,” the prisoner said softly. “If they say I’m guilty, I reckon I’ll have to suffer and it’s all right.

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For the purposes of this book, and with apologies to Charleston, Austin, the Portlands, Fort Worth, Indianapolis, Chattanooga, Charlotte, Memphis, San Antonio, and of course Seattle (always special apologies to Seattle), Oklahoma City is the great minor city of America.

A 2011 study by Terri LeMoyne and Tom Buchanan at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga looking at more than three hundred students found that a student with “hovering” or “helicopter” parents is more likely to be medicated for anxiety and/or depression.7 They conducted the study because of what they were seeing in their classrooms. “We began to experience some really good students that were very capable, excellent at turning in their assignments … but when it came to independent decisions, if you didn’t give them concrete directions, it seemed they were uneasy at times.

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In Georgia, after the Trail of Tears, most traces of the remarkable Cherokee Nation disappeared. The Cherokee mission schools were torn down, and the town of New Echota was destroyed. The land where the council house and the taverns and the missionary houses had once stood was made into fields. All traces of the proud capital were plowed under like the rotting stalks of last year's corn. Now, in all of Georgia and Alabama, there is nothing left of the nation that had lived there for a thousand years before the white man came. The Cherokees are gone, pulled up by the roots and cast to the westward wind. They are gone like the buffalo and the elk which once roamed the mountain valleys. They have disappeared like the passenger pigeons which once darkened the sky as great flocks flew over the river routes from north to south and back again. Like wayah, the wolf, and like the chestnut trees, the Cherokees are no longer found in the mountains of Georgia. Now only the names remain: Dahlonega, Chattahoochee, Oostenaula, Etowah, Nantahala, Tennessee, Ellijay, Tallulah, Chatooga, Nacoochee, Hiawasee, Chickamauga, Tugaloo, Chattanooga . . .

WASHINGTON, D. C., December 8, 1863, 10.2 A.M. MAJ.-GENERAL U. S. GRANT: Understanding that your lodgment at Knoxville and at Chattanooga is now secure, I wish to tender you, and all under your command, my more than thanks, my profoundest gratitude for the skill, courage, and perseverance with which you and they, over so great difficulties, have effected that important object. God bless you all, A. LINCOLN, President U. S. The safety of Burnside’s army and the loyal people

The victory at Chattanooga was won against great odds, considering the advantage the enemy had of position, and was accomplished more easily than was expected by reason of Bragg’s making several grave mistakes: first, in sending away his ablest corps commander with over twenty thousand troops; second, in sending away a division of troops on the eve of battle; third, in placing so much of a force on the plain in front of his impregnable position.