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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Saturday, December 08, 2007 - 08:56 am:   

I am testing how a large image behave in this forum bcause we have problems in our bullention board when we post images that is wider than the screen available.

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Christian Andersson from Sweden.

Testing i the text will be wrapped
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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Saturday, December 08, 2007 - 11:44 am:   

Another test with an extremly wide picture.

Rodeby

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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Saturday, December 08, 2007 - 08:30 pm:   

Test to see how text will work together with the wide image above:

Just then he saw the wooden man bend down to him and stretch forth his big, broad hand. It was impossible to think anything but good of him; and with one jump, the boy stood in his hand. The wooden man lifted him to his hat – and stuck him under it.

The boy was just hidden, and the wooden man had just got his arm back to its right place again, when the bronze man stopped in front of him and banged the stick on the ground so that the wooden man shook on his pedestal. Thereupon the bronze man said in a strong and resonant voice: "Who might this one be?"

The wooden man's arm went up, so that it creaked in the old woodwork, and he touched his hat-brim as he replied: "Rosenbom, by Your Majesty's leave. Once upon a time boatswain on the man-of-war, Audacity; after completed service, sexton at the Admiral's Church – and, lately, carved in wood and exhibited in the churchyard as a poor-box."

The boy gave a start when he heard that the wooden man say "Your Majesty." For now, as he thought about it, he knew that the statue on the square represented the one who had founded the city. It was probably no one less than Charles the Eleventh himself that he had encountered.

"You give a good account of yourself," said the bronze man. "Can you also tell me if you have seen a little brat who runs around in the city to-night? He's an impudent rascal, and if I get hold of him, I'll teach him manners!" With that, he again pounded on the ground with his stick, and looked fearfully angry.

"By Your Majesty's leave, I have seen him," said the wooden man; and the boy was so scared that he commenced to shake where he sat under the hat and looked at the bronze man through a crack in the wood. But he calmed down when the wooden man continued: "Your Majesty is on the wrong track. That youngster certainly intended to run into the shipyard, to hide there."

"you don't tell me, Rosenbom? Well then, don't stand on the pedestal any longer but come with me and help me find him. Four eyes are better than two, Rosenbom."
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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Saturday, December 08, 2007 - 08:53 pm:   

TEST:

The Wonderful Adventures of Nils
by Selma Lagerlöf


Chapter IX - Karlskrona

Most humbly I beg you,
Though voice I may lack:
Come drop a penny, do;
But lift my hat!

Tavla

Ödmjukast jag Er ber
Fast rösten är nog matt
Kom lägg en penning ner
Men lyften uppå min hatt

Gubben
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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Monday, December 10, 2007 - 03:39 am:   

Test of line-wrapping:

Stilprov 1:
Utom vår egen kropp, vår äkta maka och timlig egendom hava vi ännu en skatt, vilken vi ej heller kunna undvara, nämligen vårt goda namn och rykte; ty det går ej att leva bland människorna vanfrejdad och föraktad av alla. 256] Därför ville icke Gud, att nästans namn, ära och heder lika litet som hans penningar och ägodelar skola berövas honom eller lida skada, utan att var och en må få njuta heder inför hustru, barn, tjänstefolk och grannar. För det första syftar den närmaste meningen av detta bud, såsom orden lyda: "Du skall icke bära falskt vittnesbörd", på rättegångar, då en stackars oskyldig anklagas och fälles med hjälp av falska vittnen så att han straffas till liv, gods eller ära.
M. Luther.

Stilprov 2:
Så har han sett dem, far och son,
ren genom många leder
slumra som barn; men varifrån
kommo de väl hit neder?
Släkte följde på släkte snart,
blomstrade, åldrades, gick --- men vart?
Gåtan, som icke låter
gissa sig, kom så åter!
V. Rydberg.

Stilprov 3:
Man hade kanske önskat, att den eller de som satt inne med den förlösande informationen, tipsen om vad det var som kunde vara orsaken till alla bekymmer vid konverteringen, på ett lång tidigare stadium hade kunna bidra med dessa kunskaper. Som det nu var fick vi ett mycket längre stillestånd än vad som var nödvändigt.
Konspirationsteoretikerna bland oss skulle rent av kunna få för sig att det kan ha legat en planerad skadeglädje i saktfärdigheten med att meddela Forumgruppen de förlösande tipsen.
T. Rosvall.
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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Monday, December 10, 2007 - 06:37 am:   

Formatting test:

TOMTEN


TOMTEN

Midwinternight frost is hard and deep
The stars are sparkling bright
In lonely farm all things sleep
Through the murmurs of midwinters night
The moon walks along her silent ways
Snow shines white on pine and spruce
Snow shines white on rooftops
Only Tomten is awake.

Standing grey at the barn door
Grey against the white snow drift
Looking as in many winters before
Up over at the moons disc
Looks across the forest where spruce and
pine
Draw round the yard in their dark wall
Pondering, although he can't divine,
The most curious riddle of all.

Running his hands through hair and beard
He shakes his head and hood
No, the riddle is far too hard I fear
No, I can't answer, I wish I could
Quickly, as he is his habit, brushing
Such questioning thoughts away
onto arranging and rushing
to his chores without delay

To the storehouse and the tool shed
trying all the locks
sleeping under the moonlight
he grain dreams summer dreams in the bin
forgetting harness, whip and rein
the horse in the stall has also a dream
the feed crib he leans over
filling up on its sweet clover

Going to the pen for lamb and sheep
Seeing how they, there inside, sleep
Going to the chickens where the rooster
Stands proudly on his high perch
Karo in his dogbed of straw feels good
He wakes and wags his tail a little
Karo his Tomten he knows
They are good friends

Tomten steals at last a look
To the farm folk he loves
Long and well he marks that they
Hold his industry in respect
The children's bedroom he last on tiptoe
Draws near to see the little sweet ones
No one senses anything is amiss
That is his greatest talent

So he has seen them father and son
Pure in so many ways
Sleeping like children but why
Do they truly come down here?
Family followed on family soon
Blossomed, withered and gone but where?
The riddle which can't be solved
Comes back again

Tomten wanders to the barns loft
There has he lived and prospered
High in the hay loft in the hay's sweet scent
Alongside the swallow's nest
Now the swallow's bode is empty
But in Spring with blade and bloom
She shall surely return again
Followed by her pretty spouse

There has she always to the chirping
Of the many a journey's memory
Not unlike the riddle which
Winds itself in Tomten spirit
Through in the barn wall a chink
Moonlight shines on the old man's beard
Ribbons on the beard twinkling
Tomten broods and thinks

Silent is the forest and all about
Life out there is frozen
Only from afar the waterfalls rush
Is heard in gentle roar
Tomten listens half in dream
Believes he hears time's flowing
Wondering where it has come
Wondering where it is all going.

Midwinternight frost is hard and deep
The stars are sparkling bright
In lonely farm all things sleep
Well until the morning's light
The moon sinks in ther silent path
The snow shines white on pine and spruce
The snow shines white on the rooftops
Only Tomten is awake.


Viktor Rydberg

Translated from Swedish by Bob Anderson, New York
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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Thursday, December 20, 2007 - 11:28 am:   

Link test

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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Thursday, December 20, 2007 - 11:31 am:   

Anbytarforum link test

Vena socken life mid-19th century,Anbytarforum link test
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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Thursday, December 20, 2007 - 11:35 am:   

Another Anbytarforum link test
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Matts Rosenbom
Posted on Wednesday, December 26, 2007 - 02:48 pm:   

Nytt prov med länkning:

"gula" länken: http://www.nightshadebooks.com/cgi-bin/discus/show.cgi?tpc=53&post=132819#POST13 2819

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topurl

link

Christian

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