The Sutton Museum is the home of the Sutton Historical Society and is dedicated to the collection and preservation of historic artifacts and information about the Sutton, Nebraska community.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Monday, October 12, 2015
1915 Sutton Visit by Belle (Wittenberg) Ruben and Rev. Ruben.
We included a brief item about Rev. Ruben and Belle (Wittenberg) in the newspaper column on September 30, 2015. Then, on October 10th we received an email from a great-grandson of Rev. and Mrs. Ruben offering historic items from the family for the museum.
There are several online articles about Rev. Ruben. Search on both "Ruben" and "Reuben" to locate these pieces.
There are several online articles about Rev. Ruben. Search on both "Ruben" and "Reuben" to locate these pieces.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Ads from The Sutton Register in 1890
Among material we received from the Jim Griess family were bound copies of early Sutton Register newspapers. These adds appeared in 1890.
1890 Sutton Business Directory
Among material we received from the Jim Griess family were several old newspapers. This business directory appeared in 1890 issues of The Sutton Register published by F. M. Brown.
Friday, October 2, 2015
The Story of Technology
There is even a history behind your laptop.
We’re taking a diversion from the usual menu of Sutton
history articles this month. Why? Because it is dealer’s choice and it’s a good
story.
A few of us in the Sutton area had the good fortune of
meeting “The Computer” years ago and have watched the progress from rooms
filled with equipment and the humming of dozens of cooling fans to today’s
laptops, notebooks and hand-held devices with keys/buttons a fraction of the
size of my fingertips.
But that was not the really early days. Let’s go way
back.
There had to be a “first” computer. What was it?
This model of the Babbage Difference Engine is in the London Science Museum. It was built from Charles Babbage's design in 1822. The idea behind our computers will soon be 200 years old. |
One candidate was a mechanism for programing the
operation of a loom. It had “instructions”
“encoded” on a card “read” by the
loom directing all that motion we see happening in a loom. That system had all
the earmarks of a computer – stored instructions on the card, a mechanism to
read and retrieve the instructions and mechanical pieces to perform complex
repetitive functions.
An Englishman Charles Babbage is called the “father of
the computer” as he was the first to envision a machine to do math
calculations, in 1822 – way back. Babbage was working alone when an
acquaintance joined him. Ada Lovelace was the daughter of the poet Lord Byron. Ada
had an interest in math and logic and found Babbage’s work fascinating.
Ada created a library of Babbage’s notes and organized
them into steps that could be performed by Babbage’s machine to solve mathematical
problems. Those steps were an algorithm, what we later called a “program” –
yes, the Countess of Lovelace was the first computer programmer.
The Department of Defense uses a programming language
called Ada – I maintained a couple of programs in Ada – a language related to
Pascal.
Let’s jump to 1890.
The 1880 census had gathered a lot of data. Huge teams
were counting, adding, categorizing and otherwise analyzing the data from the
census. There were fears that censes analysis would take more than ten years
and not be done before the next census.
Herman Hollerith invented a tabulating machine and better
yet, a card to hold information.
Census information was encoded on the card in columns of
holes representing numbers or letters. The tabulating machine read stacks of
these cards adding up the holes quickly finding how many of each category of
information had been found on all those people. Genius.
Hollerith’s card was standardized by IBM in 1928 to an 80
column format. Hollerith had used trays that held currency so he made the cards
the size of a dollar bill in 1887.
Many early computers had specific purposes – the loom
control system is an example. Flight control systems on airplanes is another,
as is the computer in your car. You can’t do anything else with it.
Engineers developed general purpose computers starting in
the 40’s to do a variety of tasks, often simultaneously. War is a great motivator
for society and our mid-20th century wars pushed computer technology
a lot.
These general purpose machines were called mainframes
consisting of many cabinets of equipment filling a room with whirring fans and
disks and spinning tape drives and a whole staff of specialists to make it all
work.
There were several serious competing manufacturers of
computer hardware: Burroughs, NCR, Control Data, Honeywell, General Electric,
RCA and of course, IBM. Inevitably, there was consolidation. (At SAC
headquarters we used a Honeywell 6080 with a General Electric operating system
to support planning for all aircraft and missiles in the nuclear war plan.)
The nature of software did not come easily to many. I
remember trying to explain it to my father. After some false starts I used the
analogy of the record player. The player was the hardware and the records were
software – not good enough. A record is still a touchy-feely thing. I then
tried saying that the sounds, the music was the software. Maybe better but any analogy
works well until it doesn’t.
Progress to develop our computers came on many fronts.
Think about calculators. Our museum has an early desktop mechanical calculator,
a noisy, clunking machine with rows of buttons; a great device in its day.
Digital calculators used a small processor (computer) illustrating the
transition to automate functions. Soon there were spreadsheets on general
purpose computers. It happened to all kinds of tasks that had been tedious and
labor intensive. Good stuff.
Computers were bright, shiny objects for our popular
culture.
One popular 1960’s TV quiz show featured a big
complicated-looking thing on stage that “selected” the questions for
contestants. The host would push a button, lights would flash, music played and
IBM cards would be shuffled out into slots.
Mainframes were large and expensive. Even imaginative
futurists were predicting only governments and large corporations would ever
use these things. But every development trend led to smaller footprints,
cheaper materials and manufacturing process and wide accessibility. Ever heard
of Moore’s Law?
Gordon Moore was a co-founder of Intel and in 1965 he
observed that the density of transistors on integrated circuit boards was
doubling every two years. That meant that computer technology was getting twice
as good and half as expensive every two years. Moore predicted that rate could
be sustained for the next decade. It’s kind of leveled off in just the last
three years. That’s why your laptop exists.
In the 1970’s another herd of manufacturers rode Moore’s
Law into a personal computer frenzy. Who can forget the Commodore 64, the
Osborne 1, TI-99, Radio Shack’s TRS-80, known as the Trash-80, and many more?
The very first personal computers came in kits. The
Altair 8800 appeared as early as 1975; Apple’s first product was a kit for the
Apple 1. And there was the Heathkit H-89. Now there was a machine.
Retrieved from the bottom shelf of the storm cellar, my Heathkit H-89 computer built in 1979 shown here with the original manuals. Nostalgia is almost painful. |
A clever, or devious mail-order school in Los Angeles set
up a four-part micro computing correspondence course which qualified for the GI
bill. Many active duty people took this course in which the fourth part brought
the kit for the H-89 desktop computer. So late in 1979 I had my first desktop
computer.
About the same time, the Big Guys jumped in. The Apple II
and the first IBM-PC were released – similar to the competition but with
corporate power behind them.
Another example of the computer’s attractiveness to the
popular culture was the Apple ad to introduce the Macintosh computer during the
1984 Super Bowl. It is listed among the best-ever commercials though the
company followed it up with one of the worst ever at the next Super Bowl.
If Ada Lovelace was the most famous woman in the earliest
period of technology, then the most famous modern day woman in the field was
building her reputation about this time.
Grace Hopper was one of the first programmers of the Mark
1 computer at Harvard University. She created the first compiler for a computer
programming language and was involved in the development of the COBOL
programming language. She also invented the term “debugging” for fixing
computer problems when she once removed a moth from a computer.
Grace enlisted in the Navy in 1944 at the age of 37 and
served for 43 years attaining the rank of Rear Admiral. She had a small
programming team in her early career where she developed a management
philosophy based on the advice that, “It is much better to apologize than it is
to get permission.”
She was a public relations treasure for the Navy - I
heard her speak four times – mostly the same speech.
I recommend a ten minute video of Admiral Hopper’s
appearance on David Letterman’s show; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-vcErOPofQ
The early mainframe computers evolved into powerful
behemoths and those first personal computers evolved into small, but powerful
behemoths. So what is the difference?
Most users today are using desktop and laptop computers
with little or no appreciation of what the nature of the mainframes. I’ll
illustrate with a system I worked with at a large grocery and drug store
business in the ‘90’s.
We had a mainframe system in Dublin, California – it
filled a room of 10 to 12,000 square feet with a staff of dozens of operators,
about 100 programmers and a hundred or more other support folks including
myself with a data security/disaster recovery group of six.
The company had more than 2,600 stores from California to
New England, 43 warehouses, eight or ten major office complexes and more than
250,000 employees. Many people, probably more than ten thousand had either
computers on their desktops or terminals with no processing capability. In
either case, all were connected to the mainframe where nearly all processing
was conducted and all company data was stored. The mainframe handled all that work.
There were many other devices connected to the system.
Warehouse fork lift operators had a “terminal” on the fender of the lift where
they were connected to a mainframe program that directed what merchandise was
to be moved where. That’s dozens of fork lifts in each of 43 warehouses, many
moving 24-hours a day.
Your desktop computer can’t do that.
I hear another question out there: “Where was the
internet?”
The internet was deployed in 1993 after several years of
development by major universities and the Department of Defense. And no, Al
Gore did not invent the internet. But we have to honestly say that he likely
had more to do with its development than most geeks working on it.
Senator Gore introduced the Supercomputer Network Study
Act of 1986 which directed a flurry of activity and funded many of the efforts
to develop the network. Gore’s interest in a network began when he was a house representative
in the early 1970’s when he began to nag his colleagues on the topic, for a
long time a single voice on the topic.
I began to use the internet well before there was a world
wide web. There were a few bulletin boards across the country; I subscribed to
one in Cambridge, MA and one called The Well in Northern California. I was
living in Omaha. It was a long distance call (non-trivia costs then) for a
dial-up connection at 300 baud. The meter was running.
The procedure was to sign on, download any of your messages (I don’t think we called it email) or search for documents you wanted to read, download them, sign off as soon as possible and read with the phone disconnected. We’d compose all our messages and line-up any documents we wanted to share, dial-up again and upload those messages and get off. And it was great. We were riding the advanced wave of the future and we knew it.
Several enterprises set up access to the internet by
simply providing local phone numbers cutting that connection cost. AOL had a
number in Omaha; CompuServe and Prodigy were not far behind.
Computer and networking technology has progressed rapidly
for more than 40 years. It is not a real new thing, it is mature. But I’ve
shown here that the beginnings were way, way before that – almost 200 years
ago.
And finally, I am irked when I hear someone say they
don’t use a computer, saying or implying that that is something for younger
folk. I left the west coast ten years ago where older people had been naturally
living in a high-tech world for some time. People in retirement homes were not
only active email users, many had built their own web sites and were creating
online content that was very good. The early bloggings support sites were
beginning and older people were jumping into that world too.
The inclination and willingness to participate in new
technology is not an age-related thing. It is much more a geography thing.
Barns, Round Barns
Barns
were once the center of activity on family farms. You could make the case that
the barn was the most important building on the farm place. It was almost a
Barn Culture. But we’ve lost that.
The
barn served as a machine shed housing those early versions of power plants –
horses and mules. A barn might house a full-fledged dairy operation or just
where Bessie was milked. A corner stall might have a sow and her pigs, or some
sheep.
One
section of the barn might be a grain bin, the handy source of fuel for those
early power plants, milkers and other livestock. And the haymow stored feed
from last year’s hay crop and was often home to a few litters of kittens.
Barns were important.
Settlers
moving west from the farms along the eastern seaboard were well versed in the
value and
Farmers
among our European ancestors had developed barn construction to an art. Family
living quarters were often located next to the barn – body heat from a few
dozen cows could keep the adjacent living quarters almost comfortable through
the coldest Scandinavian winter.
Barns
have been important for a long time.
Allow
me to tell a couple of personal barn stories.
The
farm I grew up on had two barns, the Horse Barn and the Cow Barn.
The
Horse Barn had individual stalls for up to ten animals plus a feed bin, a lean-to
machine shed and a huge haymow. It was a red barn with the remnants of
harnesses hanging on the walls testifying to its early role on the farm. It was
built at some undetermined date around 1900; it proudly served several generations
right up to Mothers’ Day of 2014 when a tornado destroyed it taking bits and
pieces and a century of memories off to the Northeast.
One
of those memories was passed along by my father.
John
Peterson was a Swedish bachelor farm hand who worked for my Grandfather while
Dad was growing up. Johns was Swedish old school in that the hired help did not
go into the house where the Lady lived. John lived in the southwest stall of the
Horse Barn. That may not have been all that uncommon.
Another
story about John was when he left to return to Sweden as World War I approached.
He was 30 years old and feared he would be conscripted into the U.S. Army.
While crossing the Atlantic he realized that the Swedish government would have
an even tighter hold on his services. He negotiated employment with the ship’s
captain and seems to have spent the war as a sailor.
At
the close of the war, John disembarked in Eastern Canada, walked west, took a
left turn somewhere around Manitoba and returned to his stall in Fred Johnson’s
barn.
Or
so I was told. It could be an embellished story, or parts possibly fabricated.
Don’t know. But the fellow stayed in America living out his final days in the
Harvard home. He is buried in the Harvard Cemetery, John B. Peterson
(1887-1987).
The
Cow Barn was a lesser building, smaller, unpainted and partially hidden behind
the Horse Barn. Dad and I bonded during twice daily milkings of four to six
cows while listening to KFAB on an ancient radio wedged between the floor
joists of the haymow.
Local folklore about this octagonal barn near Clay Center claimed that its story included roles as a roller-skating rink, a dance hall and as a meeting hall for a local chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. |
There
was a rigid tax system payable to the permanent occupants of the Cow Barn in
the form of a couple of ounces of fresh, warm milk in a cast iron skillet along
the back wall. Any failure to make the payment resulted in noisy, frantic scurrying
that would not subside until those cats were fed, from each and every cow.
Most
who lived on farms can relate similar barn stories. I am particularly fortunate
in that both sides of my family had such stories. My Mother’s family had a
locally famous barn.
The
Cassell farm straddled Big Sandy Creek for the mile north of Highway 74 west of
Ong – the Jim and Virginia Moore farm. David Cassell, my grandfather and uncles
built a new barn on the farm sometime, likely in the mid-teens. Those uncles
were between six and 23 years old in 1915. That barn worked its way into many
conversations at family gatherings.
The
story I need to relate here comes mainly from my Mother, the ninth and last of
the Cassell clan who was three in 1915.
While the barn was still “new” the boys hosted Saturday night dances in their barn, in the haymow. Mom recalled peeking out from behind her mother’s skirt as the yard was filled with teams and buggies. The Cassell boys were musicians so I speculate they provided the dance music.
When
the dance wound down, late into the night, the girls would all come into the
house and sleep on the floors throughout that house where the Moore’s live
today. The boys slept in the barn. On Sunday morning the teams were hitched to
the buggies and everyone headed home – an early vintage Clay County date. Does
that sound like fun?
It
was never clear how often this happened but we understand it continued for a
number of years.
Barns
were more than a place for cows and horses.
Others
could relate their own stories of barns, barns that were generally very
similar.
But
like many things, there was a mainstream barn culture and an alternative rogue
culture that went against the grain. There were Round Barns.
Roger
Welsch wrote an article, “Nebraska’s Round Barns” for the Spring 1970 issue of
Nebraska History Magazine. He identified 36 round barns in the state most south
of the Platte between Hastings and Lincoln. Four round barns were in Clay
County, one in Webster and two each in Nuckolls, Fillmore and York counties.
That is, eleven of those 36 were in Clay or surrounding counties.
Barn
No. 3 was a mile south of Fairfield. There was an article in the newspaper a
couple of years ago stating that this barn was to be razed. I haven’t been by
it recently, perhaps it’s gone. It was, in fact, actually round, with a 27 foot
radius. Mr. Welsch’s definition of “round” included not only circular but also
any polyhedral construction of more than five equilateral sides.
Again,
everything is on the internet. I found a site that lists all of Mr. Welsch’s
barns from this book – it was posted in late June, after the first draft of
this article.
The
University of Illinois at Champaign figures in the story. Some of the managers
at the Experimental Farm were Round Barn Zealots around 1900. One of those guys
had built 8 round barns in Indiana before 1902. He caused three round barns to
be built at the school between 1907 and 1913.
Round
barns were contentious.
Round
barn aficionados, and believe me, they did exist, tended to be extremely
serious about the topic just like the Illinois fellow. They were in the
minority. The majority thought these guys were “out there.”
Fans
of the round barns pointed out the efficiency of the footprint, they found
handling livestock easier and dairy farmers found the shape conducive to their
use. Several round barns were built around a silo putting the feed source for
livestock right in the middle of things. That feature was appreciated even by
skeptics.
One
argument called on the “shape” of animals to defend round barns. Some study
found that cattle and horses in a confined space naturally tend to leave their
heads somewhat stationary while their hind quarters spread out moving back and
forth. That is, horses and cattle aren’t rectangular, they are pie shaped. The
point was that heading horses or dairy cows or toward the center of the round
barn was natural. Ain’t science wonderful?
Nebraska round barns were concentrated south of the Platte and especially between Hastings and Lincoln. This map was included with Roger Welsch's article in Nebraska History Magazine, Spring 1970. |
Mr.
Welsch’s Barn No. 13 was (is?) three miles east of Edgar and was built in 1910
with one of those central silos which was removed in 1920. Why?
No.
23 was a mile west and two miles south of Clay Center, built about 1915. Welsch
describes it as one of the most striking barns in the state, 8 sides each 20
feet long, a central silo 20 feet in diameter. He spent four years researching
his book and got technical, especially about roofs. He really liked barn roofs.
This barn had a “gambrel” roof – you’ll have to read it yourself – the book is
in the museum.
Barn
No. 34 was two miles northeast of Sutton. When Mr. Welsch visited it in 1967 he
was told it was to be torn down soon. The barn was another octagonal structure
with 17 ½ foot sides and a gable roof. He described the frame as “balloon” and
again you’ll have to read the book – I’m long winded enough here.
The
two Fillmore County round barns were two miles east of Shickley and only 100
feet apart. One barn was six miles west and one south of York and was
six-sided. A 15-sided barn was nine miles southeast of Nelson. The sides were
14 feet long and it had a central silo.
15-sided
it says. So what do you call a 15-sided polygon? Yes, round is a good
approximation. But mathematicians won’t let you get away with that. The
internet knows all. Several websites are devoted to polygons, for a math and
just a Gee-Whiz perspective.
A
15-sided polygon is a “pendedecagon” though when no one is watching, the
mathematicians will call it a 15-gon.
But
barns, of conventional design or real cool round ones have largely faded from
usefulness and become nostalgic reminders of a past when farms were diverse and
livestock a crucial part of every farm. Barns dominated for centuries in the
long-established parts of our civilized world, but in our area with less than a
century and a half of history the story of our barns is little more than a
short story.
The Story of the Sutton House Project
There
are a lot of aspects to recording the story of a community. We claim to be
collecting and preserving the artifacts and information about the history of
Sutton and we’ve accumulated stuff and information, mostly with the help of
Sutton area residents.
Our
latest run of items has been scrapbooks. We’ve received several with an
emphasis on old postcards. Those go along with furnishings, paintings, photos,
old documents and photos, school annuals and much more that the generous citizens
of the area have given to the museum. The information comes from donated books,
articles and papers about the area but largely from Sunday afternoon
conversations around the table at the Historic House or a brief visit at the
grocery store or someplace else in town.
It
is very important to the success of the museum that the community be involved.
Everybody knows something about our past and it seems a bit selfish to sit on
it and never share. You were taught to share once, weren’t you?
Now
we are looking for a specific kind of information to record about the Sutton
Story and you can help.
We
recently started “The Sutton House Project” on our website:
suttonhistoricalsociety.blogspot.com done mainly in response to a common
question we’re asked that goes along the lines of, “I just bought this house in
town. Do you know when it was built and who built it? Who’s lived in it?”
We
generally don’t have an answer. But if you know some part of the story of one
of Sutton’s houses, we’d like to hear about it. You tell us once, we capture
and preserve that tidbit of information and it will be available for anyone or
everyone for a long time to come.
Then
there are the “names” of houses. Street names and house numbers were not an
original thing in Sutton and people developed the habit of referring to a house
by a name. It’s usually the name of a family that lived in the house at some
time but there are other sources of names. The “Maltby Hosue” was where the
Ebert Sisters lived. The name came from a later time when the house was a Bed
and Breakfast using that name. True, it is within the 80 acres homesteaded by
John Maltby. But so is about ¼ of the town.
For
recent arrivals, as in the past 25 years, or like me, grew up in Sutton but was
gone for 44 years, most of these names don’t mean much. For instance, where is
the “Clark House?” There were at least three: the home where I. N. Clark lived,
his brother’s house and his son’s house. The Plettner family has owned the
house built by the son (Bertie Clark) for several years.
But
my cynical response is that the real Clark House wasn’t a home at all. We have
an old photo with a business, the first business on Saunders Avenue clearly
labeled in huge letters on the side, “CLARK HOUSE.” It was the hardware store
of I. N. Clark and the pharmacy of his brother Martin V. B. Clark in 1872!
Later it was a hotel, offices, stores and torn down more than a century ago.
Jim Griess included a picture of that early Clark House from its hotel period in
his book.
The
practice of naming our houses never really caught on in much of the U.S.
William Jennings Bryan’s Lincoln home is called Fairview; Omaha has its General
Dodge House but those are exceptions. The practice is more common Back East. My
ump-teenth great-grandparent’s house in New Paulz, New York is still called the
Bevier-Elting house. (An interesting finding in a recent afternoon conversation
at the Historic House is that that couple is likely also Sallie Barbee’s
ump-teenth great-grandparents.)
We
did use to name our farms and you’ll see a few on old plat maps especially in
the south part of the county.
Houses
with names are common on the East Coast but not nearly as much as in Europe.
Francis Mayes introduced us to Bramasole
in her book, “Under the Tuscan Sun.” That was the name of the house she
purchased on the steep, eastern slope of the Cortona, Italy hill where the sun
goes down over the hill in early afternoon. Bramasole
in Italian means “yearn for the sun.” What poetic name fits your house?
At
least two Sutton houses began their stories serving as one-room rural school
houses. Would I be called an Unrepentant Romantic if I began to think of names
for those homes that might capture their special stories? Yeah, probably. Photos
of those two houses slipped into last month’s article.
So
there were at least two motives to look into the histories of the houses in
Sutton: the background of the building, the builder, past residents and the
ambiguous and sometimes misleading names that have become attached to the
houses.
But
we don’t generally have those answers.
Enter:
Crowdsourcing. What’s that? It’s a ten-year old word now in the dictionary that
means, “The process of obtaining services, ideas or content by soliciting contributions
from a large group of people.” It is based on the radical notion that a big
bunch of people knows more than a small bunch of people.
So
rather than the handful of people in the Sutton Historical Society try to write
the history of the houses in Sutton, how about a bigger bunch of us do it?
The
method we chose to crowdsource the stories of Sutton houses works like this.
First:
we’ve posted pictures of several of Sutton’s houses on our website – about 75
so far, and counting.
Second:
we ask a simple question, “What do you know about this house?”
Third:
we provide instructions of how to answer and a single place where you can see
what others have said and respond to them, or more likely, start that
conversation yourself.
The
historical society published a calendar in 2008 featuring distinctive houses of
Sutton – 23 of them, two per page but our Historic House was Miss January all
by herself. The captions to those houses are in the respective houses in this
project to start us off.
Guess
what? People are posting comments about the houses and starting real
“conversations.” Check out 608 S. Way Avenue and 603 W. Cedar Street for
starters.
The
process is simple. Go to suttonhistoricalsociety.blogspot.com and locate the
“Pages” section in the right column. Click on the second item, “Sutton House
Project.” This takes you to a page cleverly titled “Sutton House Project” where
we describe the project. Scroll down to the directory of houses under the line
“Links to individual houses:”
The
directory is sorted alphabetically by street names and numerically by house
numbers. Your house likely isn’t here – there are fewer than 80 as I write this
bit a few more go up every now and then.
Click
on an address and arrive at the page for one specific house. There is a photo,
an excerpt of the instructions and hopefully, a few comments at the bottom.
Click on the line “Post a comment” or “No comments” to leave your own note.
There
is a requirement to “log in” so the host website knows that you’re real. A
gmail account is an easy way but you can comment as “anonymous” or via other
log in procedures. There may be a silly question to answer. The reason for this
check is to preclude rogue software from commenting. You may have seen comments
on blogs describing how someone’s sister makes $63,000 a month in her with her
computer. That’s likely an automated post a simple check could have stopped.
I
mentioned earlier that there were at least two motives for initiating this
project, anticipating questions about the background of a house and secondly to
see what names people may be using to identify or reference Sutton houses.
Another motive is more subtle. The big frustration about spending a lot of time
maintaining and growing the Sutton Museum is that so few people are involved
indicating just how poorly we’ve managed to let others in on the entertainment
value of being involved in such an enterprise. It seems to be big hurdle for
people to stop on a Sunday afternoon to see what we’re doing and to visit a
bit.
So
here you can become involved without getting out of your chair, and at any time
you want. And maybe we can have some fun with it. Thank you in advance. Now, have
at it.
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