Reproduction of the original: "Broke", the Man Without the Dime by Edwin A. Brown

"Brown traveled for two years to New York, Boston, Chicago, San Francisco and other places 'disguised' as a penniless workingman, taking photographs of his companions as he went"--Bookseller's catalogue.

In 'Bloom' Paul Solberg's photographs combine the fleeting beauty and ongoing nature of the living flower in moments of tranquillity that bring the blooms to life.

This book will help you develop a plan, make looking for a job a full time job and how to create a resume and cover letter that will get noticed. It will also give you great tips on how to use networking to your advantage, how to sign up for unemployment benefits and what to do if you are denied. Maybe you want to try employment agencies for a temporary position, how to utilize newspapers and the Internet, different stategies to try and how to prepare for the all important job interview. Baby Boomers are experienced, dedicated, loyal people and they need all the help they can get to get hired! This book covers everything you need to know to get a new job. It even has places for notations to help you track your progress while you are searching for that new job.

Psychiatrist by profession, Walter Prytulak views the world's social upheavals (global poverty, religious extremisms, and preemptive wars) in the light of mental disorders in psychiatry. He takes the proverbial statement of a "healthy mind in a healthy body" and uses it to describe a "sick society as residing in the sick profit-making body politic." In his view, capitalism is a state religion purged of theological vernacular, the practice of which is imposed on its subjects on pain of starvation. Its anonymous god, referred to on every dollar bills and coin, commands strict adherence to the ethics of "working for living" and no free lunches." It can thrive only on the backs of slaves, still in existence today, albeit so richly rewarded that the glitter of wealth obscures this fact. Slavery restricts freedom of other religions, which is at the bottom of all social ills. The rhetoric of working for living' instead of food, and feeding the hungry by lessening their poverty muddies the waters and prevents getting the right answer to the problem, which is: If your neighbor is hungry give him food instead of sending him on a wild-goose chase of a job.

BEELZEBUB, a fallen angel in Milton's Paradise Lost, is a devil ranking next to Satan. He is a symbol of reason and of pure intellectual appraisal of things. C.G. Jung, the Swiss psychiatrist, described the following four functions of a well-integrated, whole, healthy personality: thinking, feeling, sensing, and intuition. God and devil are the symbols of two personality disorders opposing each other; god is feeling, love and passion, but lacking the power of reasoning objectively, and devil represents a psychopath who thinks, calculates things in cold blood, sees objects as they exist, sees around the corners and intuits the possibilities in the future. However, he is devoid of feelings. This is why in biblical mythology he was able to throw the monkey wrench into god's plans. This book of poems describes the human situation as perceived through the eyes of the reasoning and calculating Beelzebub. The views of both protagonists, the god of goodness and the god of evil, are skewed, distorted, biased and therefore incomplete. Salvation resides in the process of individuation in which a person (and his god) becomes one whole integrated Self in whom all the four functions of personality are equally represented.

There were eccentric characters in the hotel. The Paris slums are a gathering-place for eccentric people—people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent. Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work. Some of the lodgers in our hotel lived lives that were curious beyond words. There were the Rougiers, for instance, an old, ragged, dwarfish couple who plied an extraordinary trade. They used to sell postcards on the Boulevard St Michel. The curious thing was that the postcards were sold in sealed packets as pornographic ones, but were actually photographs of chateaux on the Loire; the buyers did not discover this till too late, and of course never complained. The Rougiers earned about a hundred francs a week, and by strict economy managed to be always half starved and half drunk. The filth of their room was such that one could smell it on the floor below. According to Madame F., neither of the Rougiers had taken off their clothes for four years.