NoobWeb
06-23-2006, 02:17 AM
I need a small width and long scroll box....and then I need a scroll box that is long in width....
Um is this too much to ask...
Can anyone please help..?
Um is this too much to ask...
Can anyone please help..?
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kiwibrit
06-23-2006, 03:45 AM
I need a small width and long scroll box....and then I need a scroll box that is long in width....
Um is this too much to ask...
Can anyone please help..?
What are you trying to do - text areas for a form?
Um is this too much to ask...
Can anyone please help..?
What are you trying to do - text areas for a form?
the tree
06-23-2006, 12:20 PM
What you've said sounds simple enough, but I can't be sure.<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01//EN"
"http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/strict.dtd">
<html>
<head>
<title>
Hard Times: First Book: Chapter II
</title>
<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content=
"text/html; charset=us-ascii">
</head>
<body>
<div style="width: 200px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;">
<p>
Thomas Gradgrind, sir. A man of realities. A man of facts
and calculations. A man who proceeds upon the principle
that two and two are four, and nothing over, and who is
not to be talked into allowing for anything over. Thomas
Gradgrind, sir - peremptorily Thomas - Thomas Gradgrind.
With a rule and a pair of scales, and the multiplication
table always in his pocket, sir, ready to weigh and
measure any parcel of human nature, and tell you exactly
what it comes to. It is a mere question of figures, a
case of simple arithmetic. You might hope to get some
other nonsensical belief into the head of George
Gradgrind, or Augustus Gradgrind, or John Gradgrind, or
Joseph Gradgrind (all supposititious, non-existent
persons), but into the head of Thomas Gradgrind - no,
sir!
</p>
</div>
<div style="width: 400px; height: 200px; overflow: auto;">
<p>
In such terms Mr. Gradgrind always mentally introduced
himself, whether to his private circle of acquaintance,
or to the public in general. In such terms, no doubt,
substituting the words ‘boys and girls,’ for
‘sir,’ Thomas Gradgrind now presented Thomas
Gradgrind to the little pitchers before him, who were to
be filled so full of facts.
</p>
<p>
Indeed, as he eagerly sparkled at them from the cellarage
before mentioned, he seemed a kind of cannon loaded to
the muzzle with facts, and prepared to blow them clean
out of the regions of childhood at one discharge. He
seemed a galvanizing apparatus, too, charged with a grim
mechanical substitute for the tender young imaginations
that were to be stormed away.
</p>
</div>
</body>
</html>
"http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/strict.dtd">
<html>
<head>
<title>
Hard Times: First Book: Chapter II
</title>
<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content=
"text/html; charset=us-ascii">
</head>
<body>
<div style="width: 200px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;">
<p>
Thomas Gradgrind, sir. A man of realities. A man of facts
and calculations. A man who proceeds upon the principle
that two and two are four, and nothing over, and who is
not to be talked into allowing for anything over. Thomas
Gradgrind, sir - peremptorily Thomas - Thomas Gradgrind.
With a rule and a pair of scales, and the multiplication
table always in his pocket, sir, ready to weigh and
measure any parcel of human nature, and tell you exactly
what it comes to. It is a mere question of figures, a
case of simple arithmetic. You might hope to get some
other nonsensical belief into the head of George
Gradgrind, or Augustus Gradgrind, or John Gradgrind, or
Joseph Gradgrind (all supposititious, non-existent
persons), but into the head of Thomas Gradgrind - no,
sir!
</p>
</div>
<div style="width: 400px; height: 200px; overflow: auto;">
<p>
In such terms Mr. Gradgrind always mentally introduced
himself, whether to his private circle of acquaintance,
or to the public in general. In such terms, no doubt,
substituting the words ‘boys and girls,’ for
‘sir,’ Thomas Gradgrind now presented Thomas
Gradgrind to the little pitchers before him, who were to
be filled so full of facts.
</p>
<p>
Indeed, as he eagerly sparkled at them from the cellarage
before mentioned, he seemed a kind of cannon loaded to
the muzzle with facts, and prepared to blow them clean
out of the regions of childhood at one discharge. He
seemed a galvanizing apparatus, too, charged with a grim
mechanical substitute for the tender young imaginations
that were to be stormed away.
</p>
</div>
</body>
</html>
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