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Well, the 7th degree went off without a hitch. By "without a hitch", I mean that the things said on the stage resembled the script; the pace was reasonably brisk, and no one had a costume malfunction. My four lines came out audibly and I think they could be recognized as English.
I also played non-speaking roles in the 14th and 31st degrees. I carried a cross in the 31st, and the director carefully explained how to walk on to the stage. As I took my seat on stage I realized I had no idea how I was supposed to leave the stage. This added an undertone of tension to the degree which is normally dramatic enough.
During one of our sessions, a list of members who passed since the last reunion were read. This list was long, and looking at our dozen or so candidates, it was a stark reminder of how membership is declining.
Looking at the class of Fall 1957, there were a couple hundred candidates. Two of these are active members of my lodge -- including our Worshipful Master Dick Burrows. Dick was honored for his 50 years of service and his work on our newsletter. I was the only other member of my lodge who could attend the reunion, and it was wonderful to have my wife with me at the banquet -- even if it was nowhere near as enjoyable as the spring, when I was a candidate. Does anyone know what happened to the quilt raffle?
Dick showed me another notable member of his class in the class picture: Gerald R. Ford.
As I was getting ready for the 7th degree, I wondered if President Ford had exemplified any degrees. It was an intimidating thought, at first. Then I looked in a mirror, and decided I didn't want to think about him in pantyhose and makeup.
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