Author: Mitchell Wittenberg
Date: 07-31-02 19:15
Dear All,
I uncovered a cache of old Horseshoe Council letters from Gordy, Don Cohen & Merc, and Bob & Myke dating back to 1970. Contained therein are a number of excerpts from Council Horseshoe. Thought I'd share what I had. I also have copies of a number of other interesting things--several Super Relays, for instance, Song & Cheer Night Songs, etc. Great stuff. Let me know if you are interested
Courage isn't a brilliant dash,
a daring deed in a moment's flash;
it isn't an instantaneous thing
born of despair with a sudden spring.
It isn't a creature with flickered hope
or the final tug at a slipping rope;
but it's something deep in the soul of man
that is working always to serve some plan.
Courage isn't the last resort
in the work of life or the game called sport;
it isn't a thing that a man can call
at some future time when he's apt to fall;
if he hasn't it now, he will have it not,
when the strain is great and the pace is hot;
for who would strive for a distant goal
must always have courage within his soul.
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There is a destiny that makes us brothers
None goes his way alone;
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.
When crew and captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale and more than a gale to put their ship ashore.
For the one will do what the other commands,
Although they are chilled to the bone,
And both together can live through weather
That neither could face alone.
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A curve in the road and a hillside
Clear cut against the sky;
A tall tree tossed by Autumn wind,
And a white cloud riding high;
Ten men went along that road;
And all but one passed by.
He saw the hill, the tree, and the cloud
With an artist's mind and eye;
And he put them down on canvas
For the other nine men to buy.
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When you get to know a fellow,
Know his every mood and whim,
You begin to find the texture
Of the splendid side of him.
You begin to understand him,
And you cease to scoff and sneer,
For with understanding, always,
Prejudices disappear.
You begin to find his virtues
And his faults you cease to tell,
For you seldom hate a fellow,
When you know him very well.
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Let me live in a house by the side of the road, and be a friend to man.
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I live in a little house,
But the door can open wide.
I live in a little house,
But the whole round world's outside!
The light marches in in the morning,
The stars creep down at night,
The high rain treads on my door-step,
The far winds call in their flight.
And springs comes in as a lover,
When winter's feet depart,
And oh the voices and voices,
That reach the door of my heart!
I live in a little house,
But the door can open wide.
I live in a little hose,
But the whole round world's outside!
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The world is full of problems,
There's much to cause distress;
We are all bowed beneath the cares,
That daily round us press.
There's only one solution,
'Tis simply stated thus:
"A little less of you or me,
A little more of us."
The rule of each one for himself,
Most foolish is to follow;
It brings no savor to the game,
Its victories are hollow.
But the other plan has never failed
To bring satisfaction plus:
"A little less of you or me,
A little more of us."
A flake of snow is very small,
'Tis lost to sight quite quickly;
But many flakes, combined, will fill the roads and pathways thickly.
United we can face the fight,
Without distress or fuss:
"A little less of your or me,
A little more of us."
Fondly,
Mitch
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