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    A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun
    threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without
    an appointment into the Harvard University president's outer office. 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.
    "We'd like 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, and the secretary, growing
    frustrated, finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a
    chore she always regretted.
    "Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, and he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office. The president, stern faced and with dignity, finally strutted toward the couple. The lady spoke, "We had a son who at! tended H arvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. 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 has 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,
    exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a
    building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard." For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now. 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 and fell in confusion
    and bewilderment.
    Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo
    Alto, California where they established the university that bears their
    name, Stanford University, a &! nbsp; me morial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.
    You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those
    who they think can do nothing for them.

    A TRUE STORY by Malcolm Forbes
    aka Sara

    :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:

    One of my children
    isn't pictured,

    ABE is still hibernating :sleep:

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    And we're gonna kick their tree lovin' arses this Saturday at the Coliseum!!!


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      Re: The name of Stanford?

      Originally posted by Olympicnut
      And we're gonna kick their tree lovin' arses this Saturday at the Coliseum!!!
      Damn straight baby!!!

      I've actually heard that story. I love it!!
      Founding member of the B.A. I LOVE US!!
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      I bring the magic!!!
      "If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them"
      Originally posted by Reverend DMother
      Girl bonding is just so necessary. It's just as important as "me" time. A good girl bonding session leaves you feeling so refreshed. :love: I think of it as a NEED vs a want. There are just things that you need to talk to other women with. You may have the best relationship in the world with your husband, but there are just times you need your girlfriends. It makes for a healthier and happier you which makes everything else you do better.


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