6/8/20

Human’s Tribune

Volume 2

Issue 8

Monday, June 8, 2020

Advice Column

By Rosey Flocke

It has been so sunny. My advice for you today is get outside. Right now go outside! It’s a crucial part of feeling creative and happy. Do e-runs with your friends. Just be creative, and get out there. It’s good to get out of your house and experience nature. It puts our trying times in perspective. Nature has been here for millions of years. It gives me, at least, a sense of purpose and calm.

Show Review: Creeped Out

By Ember Hernandez

Creeped Out is by far one of the best “scary story” genre shows I’ve seen. Every episode takes place in a different area, with different people. I love this show so much because it doesn’t have gore, but gets you on a physiological level. If you’re bored, and love to get spooked, Creeped Out is the one for you.

What the Heck is a Charley Horse?

By Antoinette Durand

To start, I’ll just say I got this information from the great podcast, Stuff You Should Know. They give great information on a wide range of topics.

A Charley Horse is a terrible leg cramp that usually goes away quickly. They happen (for the most part) to people who are older than age fifty. They can also happen if you are dehydrated, sitting too long, or have been standing on a hard surface too long.

Why is it called a Charley Horse? There are a few theories. In the 1800’s, in baseball, there’s said to be a lame horse that pulled a roller in Chicago. The other theory suggests that a pitcher, Charlie Radborn, got a leg cramp while playing baseball.

Wherever the origin of the phrase comes from, we can all agree that Charlie Horses are painful. Thankfully, they don’t tend to happen too frequently.

The Yellow Wallpaper (Part 1)

By Charlotte Perkins Gillman

NOTE: This, while a scary short story, note it was written in 1890. This is an early femminist paper that I hope you will enjoy.

It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.

A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate!

Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it.

Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted?

John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.

John is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures.

John is a physician, and perhaps—(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)—perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster.

You see, he does not believe I am sick!

And what can one do?

If a physician of high standing, and one’s own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do?

My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.

So I take phosphates or phosphites—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to “work” until I am well again.

Personally, I disagree with their ideas.

Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.

But what is one to do?

I did write for a while in spite of them; but it does exhaust me a good deal—having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.

I sometimes fancy that in my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus—but John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad.

So I will let it alone and talk about the house

Presidents You’ve Never Heard Of:James Buchanan (1857-1861)

By Antoinette Durand

James Buchanan was born to a rich family in Pennsylvania in 1791. He graduated from Dickinson College with a degree in law. Buchanan never got married, infact, he is the only president to never get married.

Buchanan was elected to the House of Representatives five times. He became Minister to Russia, then was a senator for ten years. James Buchanan got the Democratic Nomination in 1856, and was elected president.

Buchanan, as president elect, thought that the divided nation would be fixed as long as he was balanced. During his presidency, the Supreme Court ruled that, “Congress had no constitutional power to deprive persons of their property rights in slaves in the territories.” In general, the North was horrified, and the South rejoiced. This landmark design is called the Dred Scott Case.

Buchanan died on June 1, 1868.