In the Surf, Atlantic City, N.J.

TITLE: In the Surf, Atlantic City, N.J.
CALL NUMBER: STEREO U.S. GEOG FILE - N.J.--Atlantic City [item] [P&P]
SUMMARY: Group of bathers.
MEDIUM: 1 photographic print on stereo card : stereograph.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: c1906 July 9.

American citizens prepare to depart the U.S. Embassy in Beirut, Lebanon

Anderson Cooper from CNN along and other American citizens prepare to depart the U.S. Embassy in Beirut, Lebanon, enroute to Cyprus. At the request of the U.S. Ambassador to Lebanon and at the direction of the Secretary of Defense, the United States Central Command and elements of Task Force 59 are assisting with the departure of U.S. citizens from Lebanon.

U.S. Navy Destroyers in the pacific

Naval vessels fell into ranks for a photo exercise at the conclusion of Exercise Rim of the Pacific (RIMPAC) 2006. RIMPAC trains U.S. allied forces to be interoperable and ready for a wide range of potential combined operations and missions. Eight nations participated in RIMPAC, the world's largest biennial maritime exercise. Conducted in the waters off Hawaii, RIMPAC brings together military forces from Australia, Canada, Chile, Peru, Japan, the Republic of Korea, the United Kingdom and the United States.

Cloudy Day

The wonders of nature.

First Street, San Francisco, 1866

TITLE: First Street, San Francisco, looking North--Telegraph Hill in the distance
CALL NUMBER: LOT 3544-32, no. 455 [item] [P&P]
MEDIUM: 1 photographic print : half stereograph, albumen.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: [published 1866]

Constitution Avenue

Constitution Avenue, N.W. in Washington, D.C. The triangular Apex Building was completed in 1938. As Secretary of the Treasury, Mellon constructed the $125 million building. Michael Lantz's statues depict a muscular workman wrestling a wild horse.

A side box

TITLE: A side box
CALL NUMBER: PC 3 - 1781 - A side box (A size) [P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-USZ62-112475 (b&w film copy neg.)No known restrictions on publication.
SUMMARY: Two elegantly-dressed women seated in theater box, with man offering fruit to one woman.
MEDIUM: 1 print : mezzotint.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: London : printed for R. Sayer & J. Bennett, 1781 Dec. 6.
NOTES:
Forms part of : British Cartoon Prints Collection (Library of Congress).

Marines helping U.S. citizens get out of Beirut

Commander, Task Force 59, Marine Corps Brig. Gen. Carl Jensen, helps U.S. citizens exit a CH-53E Super Stallion helicopter in Cyprus following their departure from the U.S. embassy in Beirut, Lebanon.

Navy efforts in the departure of U.S. Citizens from Lebanon

Central Command Area of Operations (July 19, 2006) - The amphibious assault ship USS Iwo Jima (LHD 7) conducts an underway replenishment with the Military Sealift Command (MSC) underway replenishment ship USNS Big Horn (T-AO 198). Iwo Jima was recently directed to assist in the departure of U.S. citizens from Lebanon.

Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld poses with Spider-Man and Captain America

Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld poses with superheroes Spider-Man and Captain America during the unveiling of a comic book that will be distributed free to U.S. forces in Iraq and around the world. Featuring the Avengers, Fantastic Four, Spider-Man and other Marvel heroes, the comic will have a print run of one million copies and be distributed through the military exchanges. The first 150,000 copies will be distributed to personnel in the Middle East. The comic book is part of "America Supports You, a Department of Defense campaign that encourages private citizens, communities and businesses to reach out to military personnel and their families (April, 2005).

Courtesy of the U.S. Navy.

Rough surface

A detailed photographic texture.

Charles C. Walcutt

TITLE: Charles C. Walcutt
CALL NUMBER: LC-B813- 6494[P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-DIG-cwpb-07225
MEDIUM: 1 negative : glass, wet collodion.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: [between 1860 and 1870]

NOTES:

Forms part of Civil War glass negative collection (Library of Congress).

Title from Civil War caption books.

Marvelous feats in mind reading

TITLE: Marvelous feats in mind reading
CALL NUMBER: POS - TH - SPE, no. 61 (C size) [P&P]
MEDIUM: 1 print (poster) : lithograph, b&w ; 70 x 53 cm.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: Cincinnati ; New York : U.S. Printing Co., c1900.

USS Ohio returns to Puget Sound Naval Shipyard

Bremerton, Wash. (Dec. 19, 2005) - USS Ohio (SSGN 726) returns to Puget Sound Naval Shipyard and Intermediate Facility in Bremerton, Washington, after completing sea trials. Ohio is the first ballistic missile submarine to complete conversion to the new class of guided missile submarines (SSGN). Three other submarines are undergoing the SSGN conversion process including USS Michigan (SSGN 727), Florida (SSGN 727) and Georgia (SSGN 729).

The Wright Brothers

TITLE: [Side view of glider flying as a kite near the ground, Wilbur at left and Orville at right, glider turned forward to right and tipped downward]
CALL NUMBER: LC-W85- 121 [P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-DIG-ppprs-00580 (digital file from original)LC-W851-121 (b&w film copy neg.)No known restrictions.
MEDIUM: 1 negative : glass, dry plate ; 4 x 5 in.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: [1901]

For her children's sake

TITLE: For her children's sake by Theo. Kremer : the companion play to The fatal wedding.
CALL NUMBER: POS - TH - 1903 .F66, no. 1 (B size) [P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: No known restrictions on publication.
MEDIUM: 1 print (poster) : lithograph, b&w ; 46 x 36 cm.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: Cincinnati ; New York : U.S. Lithograph Co., c1903.

Standard Missile 2

A Standard Missile 2 (SM-2) launches from the aft Vertical Launching System (VLS) aboard the U.S. Navy destroyer USS O’Kane (DDG 77).

The Cask of Amontillado

The Cask of Amontillado

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best
could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who
so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that
I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged;
this was a point definitely settled--but the very definitiveness
with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not
only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when
retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed
when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has
done the wrong.

It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I
given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was
my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my
smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
He had a weak point--this Fortunato--although in other regards
he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on
his connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso
spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the
time and opportunity-- to practise imposture upon the British and
Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato,
like his countrymen, was a quack-- but in the matter of old wines he
was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him
materially: I was skillful in the Italian vintages myself, and
bought largely whenever I could.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of
the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me
with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore
motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his
head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased
to see him, that I thought I should never have done wringing his
hand.

I said to him--"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How
remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe
of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
"How?" said he. "Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in
the middle of the carnival!"

"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay
the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter.
You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."
"Amontillado!"

"I have my doubts."

"Amontillado!"

"And I must satisfy them."

"Amontillado!"

"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one
has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me--"

"Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry."

"And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for
your own."

"Come, let us go."

"Whither?"

"To your vaults."

"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I
perceive you have an engagement. Luchesi--"

"I have no engagement;--come."

"My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold
with which I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are
insufferably damp. They are encrusted with nitre."

"Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing.
Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchesi, he
cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado."

Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm.
Putting on a mask of black silk, and drawing a roquelaire
closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo.
There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make
merry in honour of the time. I had told them that I should not
return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to
stir from the house. These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to
insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my
back was turned.

I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to
Fortunato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway
that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding
staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We
came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together on
the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors.
The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap
jingled as he strode.

"The pipe," said he.

"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work
which gleams from these cavern walls."

He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy
orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication.

"Nitre?" he asked, at length.

"Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?"
"Ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh!
ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!"

My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
"It is nothing," he said, at last.

"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health
is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are
happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no
matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be
responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi--"

"Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not
kill me. I shall not die of a cough."

"True--true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of
alarming you unnecessarily--but you should use all proper caution.
A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps."
Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a
long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould.

"Drink," I said, presenting him the wine.

He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to
me familiarly, while his bells jingled.

"I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us."

"And I to your long life."

He again took my arm, and we proceeded.
"These vaults," he said, "are extensive."
"The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous
family."

"I forget your arms."

"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a
serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel."

"And the motto?"

" Nemo me impune lacessit."

"Good!" he said.

The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own
fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls
of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into
the inmost recesses of catacombs. I paused again, and this time I
made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.

"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss
upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of
moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is
too late. Your cough--"

"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another
draught of the Medoc."

I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it
at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and
threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement--a
grotesque one.

"You do not comprehend?" he said.

"Not I," I replied.

"Then you are not of the brotherhood."

"How?"

"You are not of the masons."

"Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes."

"You? Impossible! A mason?"

"A mason," I replied.

"A sign," he said, "a sign."

"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of
my roquelaire.

"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us
proceed to the Amontillado."

"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and
again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued
our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range
of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived
at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused
our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.

At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another
less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled
to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of
Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in
this manner. From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down,
and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound
of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of
the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth
about four feet in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed
to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but
formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of
the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their
circumscribing walls of solid granite.
It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch,
endeavoured to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination
the feeble light did not enable us to see.

"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for
Luchesi--"

"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped
unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In
an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding
his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A
moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface
were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet,
horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the
other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but
the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded
to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.
"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help
feeling the nitre. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me
implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you.
But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power."
"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered
from his astonishment.

"True," I replied; "the Amontillado."

As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones
of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon un-
covered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these
materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall
up the entrance of the niche.

I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered
that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off.
The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from
the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man.
There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second
tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious
vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes,
during which, that I might hearken to it with the more
satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones.
When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and
finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh
tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I
again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw
a few feeble rays upon the figure within.

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly
from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently
back. For a brief moment I hesitated-- I trembled. Unsheathing my
rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought
of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric
of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall; I
replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed-- I aided--
I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the
clamourer grew still.

It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I
had completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier. I had
finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but
a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its
weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now
there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs
upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had
difficulty in recognizing as that of the noble Fortunato. The
voice said--

"Ha! ha! ha!--he! he! he!--a very good joke indeed--an
excellent jest. We shall have many a rich laugh about it at the
palazzo--he! he! he!--over our wine--he! he! he!"

"The Amontillado!" I said.

"He! he! he!--he! he! he!--yes, the Amontillado. But is it
not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the
Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone."

"Yes," I said, "let us be gone."

" For the love of God, Montresor!"

"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"

But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient.
I called aloud--

"Fortunato!"

No answer. I called again--

"Fortunato--"

No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture
and let it fall within. There came forth in reply only a jingling
of the bells. My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of
the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced
the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the
new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half
of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!

Statue of Stonewall Jackson

Statue of Stonewall Jackson sculpted by Edward V. Valentine and dedicated in 1891. Jackson and family are buried beneath the statue. Located in the Stonewall Jackson Memorial Cemetery. It began as a burial ground for old Presbyterian Church in 1789.

Gandria, general view, Tessin, Switzerland

TITLE: [Gandria, general view, Tessin, Switzerland]
CALL NUMBER: LOT 13410, no. 582 [item] [P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-DIG-ppmsc-07789 (digital file from original)No known restrictions on reproduction.
MEDIUM: 1 photomechanical print : photochrom, color.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: [between ca. 1890 and ca. 1900].
NOTES:
Title from the Detroit Publishing Co., Catalogue J--foreign section, Detroit, Mich. : Detroit Publishing Company, 1905.
Print no. "1562".
Forms part of: Views of Switzerland in the Photochrom print collection.

GM Blodgett, USN

TITLE: GM Blodgett, USN
CALL NUMBER: LC-B813- 2201 A[P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-DIG-cwpb-06419 (digital file from original neg.)No known restrictions on publication.
MEDIUM: 1 negative : glass, wet collodion.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: [between 1860 and 1870]
NOTES:
Title from unverified information on negative sleeve.
Forms part of Civil War glass negative collection (Library of Congress).

Lt. N. Prine, 17th U.S. Inf.

TITLE: Lt. N. Prine, 17th U.S. Inf.
CALL NUMBER: LC-B813- 2199 B[P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-DIG-cwpb-06414 (digital file from original neg.)No known restrictions on publication.
MEDIUM: 1 negative : glass, wet collodion.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: [between 1860 and 1870]
NOTES:
Forms part of Civil War glass negative collection (Library of Congress).

Space Shuttle Discovery images

Mori Nakashima from Manzanar War Relocation Center in California

TITLE: Mori Nakashima / photograph by Ansel Adams.
CALL NUMBER: LOT 10479-6, no. 9 [P&P] Check for an online group record (may link to related items)
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-DIG-ppprs-00405 (b&w digital file from original print)LC-DIG-ppprs-00091 (b&w digital file from original neg.)LC-A35-T01-4-M-67 (b&w film dup. neg.) No known restrictions on publication.
SUMMARY: Mori Nakashima, student of divinity, bust portrait, facing front.
MEDIUM: 1 photographic print : gelatin silver.1 negative : nitrate.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: [1943]
CREATOR:
Adams, Ansel, 1902-1984, photographer.
NOTES:
Title transcribed from Ansel Adams' caption on verso of print.

Launch of Space Shuttle Discovery: STS-121

Space Shuttle Discovery kicks off the Fourth of July fireworks with its own fiery display as it rockets into the blue sky, spewing foam and smoke over the ground, on mission STS-121. It was the third launch attempt in four days; the others were scrubbed due to weather concerns. Liftoff was on-time at 2:38 p.m. EDT. During the 12-day mission, the STS-121 crew of seven will test new equipment and procedures to improve shuttle safety, as well as deliver supplies and make repairs to the International Space Station. Landing is scheduled for July 17 at Kennedy's Shuttle Landing Facility.

Photo credit: NASA/Sandy Joseph, Robert Murray

The Roaring Success

TITLE: The roaring success, George H. Broadhurst's latest farce, What happened to Jones
CALL NUMBER: POS - TH - 1897 .W47, no. 1 (C size) [P&P]
REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-USZ6-468 (b&w film copy neg.)No known restrictions on publication.
MEDIUM: 1 print (poster) : lithograph, color ; 101 x 69 cm.
CREATED/PUBLISHED: N.Y. : H.C. Miner Litho. Co., c1897.