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White Mountain Lodge #3 - 50 years ago

November 1955

The sublime degree of Master Mason was conferred on Brother Robert Morrison.  Grand Master Carey B Wilson at his official visit presented a fifty-year pin to Brother George Oliver and various 25-year pins.

Doric Lodge #26 - 50 years ago

November 1955

Nothing to report

Something to Think About

The Prayer of the Outside Sheep
From Four Minute Essays by Dr. Frank Crane - Volume VII   1919 edition

        Lord, let me have the courage to ask thee for the things I want. Deliver me from the clamping fear that makes men continually pray for things they only think they ought to want.
        Let every pagan lust for light and heat rise from my soul to Thee unashamed.
        I want more money, more beauty, more brains, more personal dynamic. More spiritual vigor. From the whole ocean of my soul and body this craving for power goes up like an exhalation.
        I want women to smile on me and give evidence that they are drawn to me.
        I want men to be glad because of me, their faces to light up when I appear. I want to be noticed, deferred to and praised.
        I want good luck, that the falling tree misses me, the stray shot passes me by, the accident leaves me unscarred.
        I want pleasant surprises, and no disappointments; health and no sickness; pleasure and no pain.
        I want my soul and my body to be friendly, one with the other, and that these alternating fevers and chills of conscience cease. I want poise and no more inner moral war.
        I want some sort of philosophy of life that is adjusted to the facts of life.
        I want to believe things that are so, and not to be forever screwing myself up into faith.
        I want to live up to all the opportunities of personal _expression. I want the right to my own life. I want the pleasure of giving forth my own opinions, and of following my own tastes.
        Deliver me from this world and all its conventional dominancies.
        Let me be obscure enough to wear the clothes I please, talk as I please, and kiss the woman I please.
        Save me from the galling chains of prominence.
        Save me from the mud of success.
        Save me from any reputation I may have to live up to.
        Give me this day an honest doubt, a vigorous, distinctive doubt, to cure the flabbiness of my faith; a procreative, genetic doubt.
        Give me this day some intoxication, not of drug or drink, but some sight and sound or upsurging idea that shall make me a little crazy.
        Sharpen my instincts, sharpen my passions, sharpen my will, sharpen my reason; deliver me from bluntness and rust.
      Take away all my religion that is not the high passion of a fearless spirit; make me ashamed of any goodness that is moral timidity.
      I want my privilege of vagabondage. I want leisure, hours of utter idleness, wherein my soul can sun itself, and be free of purpose, and grow.
      Raise the significance of mere existence. Save me from yesterdays and tomorrows.
        Deliver me from ghosts. Strike the hand of the dead past off my shoulders. Let me be freed from ghosts of dead ideas, dead organizations, dead enthusiasms, dead faiths.
      Save me from the torment of dullness, commonplaceness, boredom, which are inward mind diseases and not outward cases.
      Let me preserve the spirit of adventure, of the wildness of the world, of the knightliness of the soul in a wide, unknown universe. Do not let the child spirit die in me.
      With Walt Whitman I pray:
      "O for something pernicious and dread!
      Something far away from a puny and pious life,
      Something unproved, something in a trance, something escaped from the anchorage and driving free."
      This prayer I make, not as one of the elect, but as one of those the Shepherd mentioned, saying that He had "other sheep, not of this fold."

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