Scrolling through past issues of e-Veritas reminds one of its value in keeping RMC Club members connected. As the life of e-Veritas lengthens it also serves an archival purpose. In issue 002/2006, I came across a salute to the staff of The Marker, the College newspaper, in 1961-62. One of those names listed in the masthead at the time was 5675 Dennis Apedaile identified as “Editor without Portfolio”.
I can only think that this sinecure was granted in return for some service. And, indeed, on a further examination of the twelve issues of The Marker for that year, I found that O/C Apedaile had provided the paper with no less that five poems reflecting his observations of college life.
Since graduation in 1963 Dennis Apedaile continued to craft poems and subscribers might wish to know that this month a selection has been published in a slim volume titled: Collected Scraggles. They touch the intimate and illuminate the universal and provide a chronicle of his life, direct and potent, often with a smile. Amazon can send you a copy. Click: Amazon, then Books, then Collected Scraggles.
5721 Fred Carpenter
Dr. Edward Feldman was my Optometrists father. His story at the link below may be of interest to readers.
5045 Ralph Awrey
From 4588 Bob Kompf:
“The ambulance down in the valley”
The ambulance at the bottom of the cliff
by Joseph Malins (1895)
‘Twas a dangerous cliff, as they freely confessed,
Though to walk near its crest was so pleasant;
But over its terrible edge there had slipped
A duke and full many a peasant.
So the people said something would have to be done,
But their projects did not at all tally;
Some said, “Put a fence ’round the edge of the cliff,”
Some, “An ambulance down in the valley.”
But the cry for the ambulance carried the day,
For it spread through the neighbouring city;
A fence may be useful or not, it is true,
But each heart became full of pity
For those who slipped over the dangerous cliff;
And the dwellers in highway and alley
Gave pounds and gave pence, not to put up a fence,
But an ambulance down in the valley.
“For the cliff is all right, if you’re careful,” they said,
“And, if folks even slip and are dropping,
It isn’t the slipping that hurts them so much
As the shock down below when they’re stopping.”
So day after day, as these mishaps occurred,
Quick forth would those rescuers sally
To pick up the victims who fell off the cliff,
With their ambulance down in the valley.
Then an old sage remarked: “It’s a marvel to me
That people give far more attention
To repairing results than to stopping the cause,
When they’d much better aim at prevention.
Let us stop at its source all this mischief,” cried he,
“Come, neighbours and friends, let us rally;
If the cliff we will fence, we might almost dispense
With the ambulance down in the valley.”
“Oh he’s a fanatic,” the others rejoined,
“Dispense with the ambulance? Never!
He’d dispense with all charities,too,if he could;
No! No! We’ll support them forever.
Aren’t we picking up folks just as fast as they fall?
And shall this man dictate to us? Shall he?
Why should people of sense stop to put up a fence,
While the ambulance works in the valley?”
But the sensible few, who are practical too,
Will not bear with such nonsense much longer;
They believe that prevention is better than cure,
And their party will soon be the stronger.
Encourage them then,with your purse,voice,and pen,
And while other philanthropists dally,
They will scorn all pretence,and put up a stout fence
On the cliff that hangs over the valley.
Better guide well the young than reclaim them when old,
For the voice of true wisdom is calling.
“To rescue the fallen is good,but ’tis best
To prevent other people from falling.”
Better close up the source of temptation and crime
Than deliver from dungeon or galley;
Better put a strong fence ’round the top of the cliff
Than an ambulance down in the valley.