Carthage College - Driftwood / Crimson Rambler Yearbook (Kenosha, WI)

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in what an individual Ieams for himself by studying. mArthur Mizener

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L E! :1 k: Jr... 5 '7 VW H' w - 1 , ' the Iz'berai arts If we are to survive, we must have ideas, visiOn, courage. These things are rarely produced by com- mittees. Everything that matters in our intellectual and moral life begins with an individual confronting his own mind and conscience in a room by himself? HwA rthur M. Schlesinger, Jr. 26 a real education consists almost entire! y

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sermon Given in the May 22, 1969 Chapel Service by Pastor Dudley Riggle. 23 The hours spent waiting to see a doctor are often very long hoursaespecially it youlre a child. Perhaps thatls why. as a childt I had time to memorize a little poem which was engraved on a plaque that hung on the wall of Our family doctorls waiting room. I can see it now. It read: t There's so much good in the worst of us. And so much bad in the best of us. That is hardly behooves any of us To talk about the rest of us. That may not be the worldls greatest poetry. but itls cer- tainly a great truth about members of the family of man. Therels so much good in the worst of ust And so much had in the best ofus. Thatls true about people. It is also true about ideasa about theories-about statements. That is--it strikes me that statements that seem pooraor wrongaor bada often say something quite right-something quite correct agemething quite good. And statements that seem good and right and correct often also say something quite wrong, something quite incorrect. quite bad. To put it another way: isnlt it strange that some things are at the same moment both very right and very wronga both very good and very badaboth very true and very false. Such is the case with a statement which comes at the very end of a well-known children's storyu-the Japa- nese parable of Hashmu, the Stonecutter. Maybe as a yeung child you heard that story. If you havenlt grown too sophisticated. listen to it again. And especially listen for that strange concluding sentence which seems to have one foot 0n the side of truth and the other on the side of false- hood. Hashmu was a very poor stone cutter. All day long he hacked and hacked at the stone. Some- times he grew very tired of his work and he would say to himself, Why must I go on cutting and cutting and cutting at the stone? Why eanlt I be something else--something greater. One day. while he was working away at the stone, he heard footsteps coming. He looked up immediately. and there stood before him the king on a great horse, with his soldiers to the right and to the left. They looked at some ofhis work and then passed on. But Hashmu thought: HOW hne to be a king! If only I could be a king on a great horse, with my soldiers to the left and to the right. Then he began to chant: uThe King, the king, The king I would be! A voice said. uHashmu, be the king!