Journal entry 10-The baindaid

Could you imagine life without band aids? Well, the invention of the Band-aid is an interesting story. They were made to support an ordinary cut or scrape. In 1917, a man named Earle Dickson, married a young woman named Josephine. She was always getting cuts in the kitchen and Earle wanted to help her. The couple figured that the original band-aid was much too big and bulky. So Dickson came up with an extrordinary invention that changed the world forever.

At the time, Earle worked for the Johnson and Johnson company as a cotton buyer.  To help his wife, he took a cotton gauze, folded it and placed it on tape. Then he put crinoline on it to keep the tape from sticking to itself. Earle’s wife had used his invention by cutting off small pieces when she needed it.

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WWI-Flu Epidemic

Did you know that the influenza flu virus started in 1918 at the end of WWI? It was deadly. Yes, deadly. In fact, the flu killed 2% of all the people in the world. The flu virus was said to be one of the worst yet.

The flu was originally originated from pigs. It had spread from a place called, Haskell County,Kansas. In one case in which the flu spread rapidly, four women in Albaquerqe, New Mexico had been playing cards and they put cheesecloth masks on their faces to prevent from getting the virus. The four woman did not believe that they could catch the virus easily. But then, the next day, three of the four woman had died from getting the worst of the virus. The city even put some of the sick people in what they called, quarantines, which were separate Continue reading →

White Man’s Burden

Sir, we need richer land,
to expand ye plaines
and farm the land.

Sir, we need a stronger navy,
to train at best.
We will be strong,
we will not give up.

Sir, we have a better country,
stronger troops,
better leaders,
richer land,
better economy,
Imperialists deserve at best.

A Piece of String

A peasant man,
walking alone,
whom finds a string,
that stands alone.
He pulls it out of the cobblestoned ground,
not knowing who’s watching.
A harness maker,
whom ye all believe,
he has stole,
the lost pocket book made of “gold”.
In return,
his words we’re fierce,
and made them shun,
the innocent peasant.
His eyes had watered,
to feel such fear,
of being framed,
with so much despair.
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