Once More Into the Breach…the Unsung Rotarians!
Begin your trembling. You are about to receive my latest Bull. To be left unsevered this time. Caveat, O Editores.
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nother year, another Passover meal, an-
other round of Bullish imprecation. To write or not to write, that is the………………did someone beat me to that line?
he last time that I sallied into print I
ended up a broken vase, a piece of literary porcelain shattered into pieces by edi- torial Bull-dozers. How did the Book of Josher put it? “Tell it not in Gath. Publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon; lest………” But do not weep and be not distressed, ye sons and daughters of Rotary; this Saul, this Jonathan has not fallen. One more at- tempt, one more verbal bash to set before the ranks of Philistia. And let the editorial manglers beware this time.
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bout what? Now there is the real rub.
With nothing to say, elo- quent brevity has obvious appeal. But that is not my style. So I have de- cided. Why not devote
this Bull space to an un- sung group of Rotarians? That stalwart group who, week after week, give without seeking to re- ceive. The group whom others could not do with- out.
I
speak, of course, of the regular raffle los-
ers. We take the win- ners for granted. We boo them for their un- deserved fortuity. We inwardly snarl at their outrageous serendip- ity. But the undrawn we silently applaud. It is they in whom we really and inwardly rejoice. They are the
heroes, the admiration. To them are the honours, the figurative ROMs – Rotarian Orders of Merit.
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ust think - by my computerised records,
it is you, the ROMs, who have been the major con- tributors to the £3,000+ net that the raffle has raised for Rotary funds over the last 2½ years. And now I feel down, for my number has been up. I cannot count myself in your estimable ranks.
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nd if you are one of the unhailed win-
ners by virtue of your un- sullied losing streak, fear not the tarnishing of your hallowed track record. Simply let me know, for I have a solution that will allow you an unblem- ished lottery lot for all time. It is called confi- dential counterfoil coun- teraction – the way to ev- erlasting inner glory.
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word in my ear, and I can assure
you that you will never lose your winning ways by losing every week. I was going to suggest an award for those who lose permanently, but there seems to be a niggle of
dichotomy there, if only I could fathom that out.
I await your call. KJK
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