We Get Emails: 5721 Fred Carpenter, 5045 Ralph Awrey, 4588 Bob Kompf

Dear Editor,

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.

Best regards,
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.

2 Comments

  • Bob Kompf

    November 17, 2020 at 6:05 pm

    Hi “3857+Dick+Patterson”,
    Doing pretty well. Forced to relocate at end of April so house hunting and settling in to new place as we were all dealing with the first round of the latest pandemic called up all the resources learned while being taught to “Advance Into Danger”! Recalling also that “Every soldier is responsible for his (applicable to all genders, nowadays) security” and doing mask drills and using a CPAP since 2004 made that part of the protocol easy to comply with.
    It is very irksome that some are defying common sense and demanding their “Freedom”. Perhaps our health support system should cater to their idiotic behaviour and allow them to opt out of health care. Departing individuals would be denied all care, but would be provided with a shovel and assigned their own spot to dig a grave. Social distancing not required!
    Speaking of common sense, there is a military myth that at one time a Mess in Wainwright had a large oak plank carved with “May common sense never become so rare that it is considered to be genius”.
    Just got approval for knees replacement. Hope Reunion 60 will be on (and approximately normal). And the FUBAR system can get me done in time. March to the Arch!! Yahoo! In January will be Four Score and Four i.e. Octogenarian ++++.
    Will sign off to avoid accusations of TRASH.
    Bob
    Edmonton, Belmead

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