Fwd: [Fwd: Clothes do not make the man/woman]

Stephen Twig Meeks (s_meeks99@yahoo.com)
Wed, 6 Oct 1999 18:50:17 -0700 (PDT)


--- Cecilia Blanford <cblanfor@swbell.net> wrote:
> Date: Thu, 09 Sep 1999 17:30:30 -0700
> From: Cecilia Blanford <cblanfor@swbell.net>
> Subject: [Fwd: Clothes do not make the man/woman]

> Organization: Austin Community Nursery Schools
> 
> For you amusement...
> -- 
> Cecilia B. Blanford, MAHS Cblanfor@swbell.net
> 512-282-4483 wk:836-2229 fax: 836-2621
> Ex.Dir.-Austin Community Nursery Schools
> 
> proof, you should never judge someone by the clothes
> they wear....
> 
> A GARMENT MAY NEVER TELL THE TRUE STORY ABOUT
> AN INDIVIDUAL
> 
> A lady in a faded gingham dress, with her husband in
> a homespun 
> threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston,
> and walked timidly without
> an appointment into the outer office of the
> President of Harvard University.
> The Secretary could tell in a moment that such
> backwoods, country 
> hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't
> even deserve to be in
> Cambridge.
> She frowned.
> We want to see the President, the man said softly.
> He'll be busy all day, the secretary snapped.
> We'll wait, the lady replied.
> 
> For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that
> the couple would 
> finally become discouraged and go away.  They
> didn't.  The secretary grew
> frustrated and finally decided to disturb the
> President, even though it was
> a chore she always regretted doing.
> Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes,
> they'll leave, she 
> advised him.
> He sighed with exasperation and nodded.  Someone of
> his importance 
> obviously didn't have the time to spend with them,
> but he detested gingham
> dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer
> office.  The President,
> stern-faced and with dignity, strutted toward the
> couple.
> The lady told him, We had a son that attended
> Harvard for one year.  
> He loved Harvard.  He was very happy here.  But
> about a year ago, he was
> accidentally killed.  And my husband and I would
> like to erect a 
> memorial to him, somewhere on campus.
> The President wasn't touched he was shocked.
> Madam, he said gruffly, We can't put up a statue for
> every person who
> attended Harvard and died.  If we did, this place
> would look like a
> cemetery Oh no, the lady explained quickly.  We
> don't want to erect a
> statue.  
> We thought we would like to give a building to
> Harvard.
> The President rolled his eyes.  He glanced at the
> gingham dress and 
> homespun suit, then exclaimed, building, Do you have
> any earthly idea how
> much a building costs? We have over seven and a half
> million dollars in the
> physical plant alone at Harvard. 
> For a moment, the lady was silent.  The President
> was pleased.
> Maybe now he could get rid of them.
> Then the lady turned to her husband and said
> quietly, Is that all it 
> costs to start a university?  Why don't we just
> start our own?
> Her husband nodded.
> The President's face wilted in confusion and
> bewilderment.
> Mr. and Mrs Leland Stanford walked away and traveled
> to Palo Alto
> California, where they established the University
> that bears their 
> name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer
> cared about.
> 
> Where there is no vision, the people perish.
> Where there is vision, there is provision.
> 
> 
> 


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