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Thursday, August 13, 2026

POST 774 15Aug.2026 Exercise HAI THUONG Above The Sea

HELLO

HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

POST 774 15Aug.2026

Exercise HAI THUONG Above The Sea

POST 774 2026

Linda’s Thursday Quotation

A dying culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners.

Lack of consideration for others in minor matters.

A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot.

Robert A. Heinlein

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Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.
Albert Szent-Gyorgyi

Dear GM,

Here is a poem I learned when I was in school in Ireland.

I think that shows the respect that the Irish have

for teachers.

I hope you enjoy this.

regards

Conleth

The Village Schoolmaster
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view,
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The days disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd:
Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault.
The village all declar'd how much he knew;
'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too:
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,
And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thund'ring sound
Amazed the gazing rustics rang'd around;
And still they gaz'd and still the wonder grew,
That one small head could carry all he knew.
But past is all his fame. The very spot
Where many a time he triumph'd is forgot.

Oliver Goldsmith