THE CANDIDATE
It was his
dream to become a Mason
Though he wasn't sure quite why.
So he made an application,
Then waited months for a reply.
No committee
came to pay a call
To meet him and his wife,
No invitation to Mason's Hall;
Nor offer of Advice.
Finally a
postcard in the mail,
Said "Come Monday night at six,
And Bring us twenty dollars,
If you want to see our tricks."
He made the
solitary journey,
And entered by the door,
But not one hand was offered,
As he slowly crossed the floor.
They fed him
beans and hot dogs,
And a piece of apple pie,
Then led him to a little room,
With no explanations why.
The work was
done with care and skill,
No one could argue that.
But, the candidate was forgotten,
As they patted themselves on the back.
He came to the
lodge hall two more times,
And was raised to the third degree,
That was the last they saw him.
What could the trouble be?
They scratched
their heads and wondered,
As again they cried and moaned.
"Our time has all been wasted ! "
"We should have stayed at home."
It seems to me
that they've missed the point,
But they need to understand. It's not just how well you do the work,
It's how you treat the man.
R.W. Bro. Alan
Heath
Stockbridge Lodge #691
140 Berry St
Stockbridge Ga 30281
770-474-1139
2nd and 4th Tuesday
Dinner @6:30pm
Meet @ 7:30pm.