Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #5

POEM: The Woman Curler

Behold, she rises early, 

She feeds her flock, and then

She grabs her faithful, trusty broom

And she's off to curl again.

The dishes? Leave them in the sink. 

The work? She'll leave that too,

Because around this time of year

There are better things to do.

At parties she just wouldn't think

Of wearing something old.

She watches all her colours,

Keeps them simple, nothing bold. 

Perhaps she owns a fine Dior,

She's keen on fashion’s way,

But take a look at Lulu

When she goes to curl today. 

Her cap is black and white and red,

She wears Siwash thick

That's knitted up in brown and gold

and white and blue and brick.

Her pants are baggy round the knees,

The colours in them clash,

She looks just like a paratrooper

Who walked away from crash.

But one thing I have noticed; 

If she's a little short on style,

I've never seen a woman curler

Who didn't wear a smile.

Just stand there at the rink door

And watch the girls go in,

And you will notice, buddy boy

They all wearing the same big grin.

They always have a warm hello

They’ve time to hear a joke.

They don't care if a fellow curler

Is filthy rich or broke.

They get a lot from curling

Be it championship or "flub".

God bless the woman curler

From the Woman's Curling Club.

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #3

If you read time and life and those other periodicals that come to us from south of the border, you have no doubt followed the events leading up to the Republican convention, when Goldwater, Scranton, Lodge and Rockefeller were fighting it out, we read a lot about getting back to the “mainstream” of Republican thinking. Well, I have never been a strong believer in advocating that the populace of any country should submerge themselves in the “mainstream” of political thought. To me, “mainstream” and “conformity” are exactly the same thing and I have never been one for conformity. Here in our own country, the political parties draw closer and closer together and it's hard to tell one from the other without program. In politics, in religion, in the arts, in all fields which affect our lives, there is a crying need for left-of-centre thinkers, right-of-centre thinkers and for some “mainstreamers". Nations need to grow. We must entertain new ideas and question their validity. People should challenge long held theories and beliefs rather than accepting them just because they have been around so long. What we need in this country and in every country is a few more people who are willing to swim against the current, people who are eager to channel off the “mainstream" to see if something more worthwhile shows up in the backwash. When you read the goings on in our own Parliament, do you not often feel that you’ve heard it all before, that it is just the same old stuff your grandfather was asked to digest. I'm no revolutionary, but I do think a little civic thinking is now required of intelligent people everywhere.

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #12

I have just read two very excellent books on what I feel to be related subjects. The first book concerning the progress and problems of the American space race. The second book is concerned with the folklore of American weather. How related? Well, in sending man off into the wild blue yonder, it is extremely important that the scientists be able to chart the weather more accurately than they have in the past. At the present time, scientists at Stanford University are working on a computer that will digest millions of facts and figures about the weather and will be able to come up with a ‘rain or shine’ prediction for the following day. However, the scientists say there are some bugs in the machine.  If what I read in the second book is true, they should be left there.  Eric Sloane, who wrote Folklore of American Weather, says bugs can give you a good idea of what the weather will be, especially the Katydids and Crickets. Here’s the old Yankee formula. When the Katydid says “katy-didn’t”, the temperature is 87 degrees. When the Katydid says “katy-did”, it’s 72 degrees. When it just says “katy”, it’s a cool 65. When he cuts down to a brisk “kate” it’s 58, and frost is coming soon. An even better thermometer is the cricket. Sloan says, “Count the cricket chirps for fourteen seconds, add forty, and you will have the exact temperature where the cricket is." Will you tell me how come the Stanford University people don't have this important information?

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #9

Right now, I want to go on record as saying that TV is destroying American and Canadian family. No, it's not the westerns and the private eye shows that I take exception to, it's the family shows. Its guys like Mr. Anderson in Father Knows Best and that syrup-sweet mother in the Donna Reed show. These people are giving our kids the wrong impression of what to expect from their folks. Did you ever hear Mr. Anderson scream at the kids on a wet Sunday afternoon when they are all cooped together? Does Donna Reed EVER lose her temper and haul off and belt one of the kids? As a matter of fact, do the kids ever give them reason to? Even the commercials are destroying us. You see father in his big easy chair smoking his pipe and reading the paper with big grin on his face, and mother, she's knitting a sock and beaming at the kiddies with a great big grin on her face, and the four little ones are playing tiddlywinks on the rug, all getting along like a batch of angels, and they all have grins on their faces. And it's one great big rosy world because they all can’t brush their teeth after eating, but are protected by CL 70. Never a belt in the ear, never a fight in the Corridor, never a raised voice, never to bed without supper, and if a little dirt should be brought into the house by the kiddies, all the idiots run around singing "Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean, he cleans in just a minute, Mr. Clean cleaned your whole house and everything that's in it." And, of course, they all have the idiot grin on their faces. Just try talking like this; it's impossible. Can you imagine Junior sticking his head in the door and saying with the idiot grin,"Mommy, I just threw sis in the automatic washer", and you say, "I hope you used CHEER, dear. So she'll come out whiter than white.” And the kid says “I didn't, mommy, I used ZEST. For the first time in her life she'll be really clean." Yes, sir, TV is destroying the home. How many sets have I got? Two, of course, why be half safe?

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #2

I have just read another article on how you ladies can keep your husband alive. According to all of these articles, and they are all true, we men are burning ourselves out. We are becoming old men before our time. Our life expectancy is 46. We are trying to keep the pace that we ourselves have set. Now then, we HAVE to do that because we have a certain standard of living which we must maintain and improve year-by-year. BUT, you can help us stay alive if you’ll do a few simple things. First thing in the morning, you get out of bed...let him have that extra few minutes in the sack. You get the kids washed, dressed and fed, and then serve hubby his breakfast. Feed the baby in another room because the noise of the baby crying for his meal gets father off to a bad start and ruins his whole day. When he phones you, if he phones you during the day, don't tell him about the baby drinking the turpentine, or the kids breaking the window next door, or the preserves boiling over on the stove, or the nine fistfights you've had in the backyard, or the bills that came in or the cough the baby has. DON’T worry him, he has worries of his own. After all he has that business luncheon at the Petroleum Club, and he must be in good form. And at night, let him relax when he comes home. You cook the dinner, wash the kids, feed the baby, keep it silent around the house, get his slippers, his pipe, his paper, and when you're finished with the dishes, bathing the kids and putting them to bed, tell him about all the nice things that happened to you during the day. All the pleasant little things. Make sure, too, that he gets two days off each week to hunt, or golf, or play poker with the boys, and see to it that he gets away on a vacation alone at least once a year, and, oh yes, don't bother him about clearing the snow off the walks, you do it. Hard on his heart you know. In this way your husband can stand the awful pace of business today and live to a ripe old age. Mind you, you will die at 32 just as sure as shootin’...butt papa, he’ll have it made till he's 99. So there you have girls. How about it? Don't you want to help keep your husband alive?

Originally broadcast on Wednesday March 13th, 1957 at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada

Our Heritage - our Challenge

Excerpts from the writings of Lord Baden-Powell:

“I believe that God put us into this world to be happy and enjoy life”  Happiness does not come from being rich, nor from being successful in your career.  The real way to happiness is by giving happiness to other people.”

“Try and leave this world a little better than when you found it, and when your turn comes to die, you can die happy in feeling that at any rate you have not wasted your time but have done your best.”

“Look wide...and when you think you”re looking wide...look wider still.”

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Aberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #7

I'd like to pay a little tribute today to the Beverly Hillbilly’s, that backwood bunch who have become in a short period the most popular TV family in America. Among my own friends there are none who will confess to even watching the show. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Among so-called sophisticates, this show is considered cornball, and yet it has all America laughing, and what a wonderful thing that is. A laugh or a smile is pretty rare thing these days. I think the Hillbillies have filled a great need in Canada and United States. Perhaps if we could all laugh a little more at the lighter happenings in our town, city or country we could clear the air of any acrimony arising out of court, council or water troubles, border disputes, revolutions and bomb tests. A good Spring rain can clear the air of impurities and settle the dust. A good laugh can clear the air of tension, hatred and mistrust. As the slogan tells us,"the family that prays together, stays together,” so I say, “the country that laughs together, stays together." I am convinced we all take life much too seriously., Especially when you stop to consider that not one of us will get out of it alive.

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada, Date unknown.

Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind. Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time. Give me, amidst the confusion of my day, the calmness of the everlasting hills. Break the tension of my nerves and muscle with the soothing music of the singing streams that live in my memory. Help me know the magical restorative power of sleep. Teach me the art of taking minute vacations, of slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to read a few lines from a good book. 

Remind me each day of the fable of the hare and the tortoise, that I may know that the race is not always to the swift; that there is more to life than increasing its speed. Let me look upward into the branches of the towering trees, and know that they grow tall because they grow slowly and well. Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to send my roots deep into the soil of life’s enduring values, that I may grow towards the stars my greater destiny.

*Although the original copy of this does not have attribution to any specific author, there is a website that claims that Wilferd Arlan Peterson, an american author may have written this piece, however, the footnote on the page indicates the following: 

The  poems on these pages were collected from various sources. If they belong to you , or you know the author's name, please contact me and appropriate changes will be made.

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #4

On my heart and home talks I have written a great deal about the relationship of Mother and child - very little about Father and child. If I am typical, and I think I am, the father child relationship is just as demanding as the mother child relationship. 

For example, last night I had to do a small repair job on my sons bike, and like all jobs requested of me by this young fellow, I just had to do it right. That feeling is, I think typical of Fathers. The boy expects Dad to be able to do it, no matter what it is, and for as long as you can, you try to allow him to retain the idea that Dad is superhuman, and not just a mortal like other men. 

I so often think when dealing with my sons, that I am shaping their lives, their habits and their attitudes; Their entire way of life, will be a reflection of what I am, and one off-colour word, one shabby deed, one broken promise, can destroy forever that sort of blind devotion and faith that a little boy has for his Dad... that attitude that "my Dad can do it"... “My Dad is the very best." Well, it's a heavy load to carry...sometimes, because we fathers are just ordinary people...no better, no worse than the run-of-the-mill Joe, and yet there are times when I think the good Lord steps in to give us a hand. When he steps up with a paint brush to slap a little gold paint on the old man in front of the ‘kids’, because so often the children will ask Dad to do something he knows he can't do, but he does it. In the field with the boys, Dad brings down a high flying duck with a shot he could never make again. In spite of his lack of mechanical ability, the parts of an old wagon the boys wanted fixed somehow fit together and Dad is proud and delighted that he accomplished the impossible, because the boys expected of him. 

Yes fathers, we're only human, but I feel if we take our responsibility seriously and try to be the Man our kids think we are, somebody out there will be around to give us a powerful lot of help.

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown.

How is the road in front of your house? In front of my house the road is two, long, treacherous, icy troughs in which you are trapped for blocks. You cannot turn out of them without turning broadside and getting stuck. I live in Ottewell on a paved well used street. My street is no exception.. it is typical. I think it's time someone came right out and said it. City Hall.. your street clearing project is a 24 carat FLOP. In terms of car accidents your inadequate service to the people of the city has cost thousands... as many as 180 accidents in a weekend period. You lay claim to keeping a few of the main thoroughfares open and we conceed that this is the case, but people have to drive OFF those main thoroughfares and it would certainly appear that you are not the least concerned with clearing the residential areas. Tell us City Hall... are the graders and sanders working in shifts around the clock? If they are not, they should be. Have you brought in equipment from private contractors to help with the job? If you have not, you should. Have you a systematic plan to clean up the roads in residential areas? If you haven't, you should have. The thing that continues to amaze me is this. I have lived here 41 years and every year the annual snowfall takes the city by surprise. Year after year they are ill equipped or unorganized to face this one problem which affects practically the entire population of this city. This is a plea to fellow card drivers. Write a letter to council TODAY. Let's find out before we spend added thousands on new equipment whether the existing equipment is being used around the clock 7 days a week to clean up the problem. We’re sick of excuses City Hall...we’re sick of your endless debates...we’re sick of your trying to get off the hook by comparing our problem with Winnipeg's and in conclusion, we’re sick and tired of trying to drive cars over your residential roads system. We keep hearing what a boomtown this is...what a great future it has and yet in terms of this one project alone, we are being treated by City Hall like we were a hick-town. Let's for heaven sake get the problem cleaned up.

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #13

Perhaps you read about her in LIFE. Her name is Jill Kinmont. In 1955, she was one of America's finest skiers – slalom champion in both women's and junior divisions and a shoe-in for the U.S. Olympic team. One January afternoon her life was changed for on the ski slopes in Alta Utah, she crashed into the trees crushing her spine and leaving her a quadriplegic, unable to feel or move anything below her shoulders. It would have been quite easy for this beautiful young girl to give up and quit...But she didn't. Although she has lived these past nine years in her wheelchair, she has never felt sorry for herself. In her own words, she “hasn't been gypped”. Today Jill is a high school teacher and the most important thing in her life is being a good one. She teaches from her wheelchair, and when classes are over her students give her the help she needs to move about. In spite of her total disability, she leads a full and even happy life and she is making a great contribution as a teacher and as a fine example of all that the human spirit can endure. What does she say of people who pity her? She says,"I am afraid that’s their problem." Of her future Jill says, "I certainly can't live on being Jill Kinmont, champion skier, but I want to be somebody again, I would like it. It's possible – so why not?" To that I would like to say Jill Kinmont is somebody; surely one of the most courageous and exceptional girls in the world!

Originally broadcast on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Date unknown. Labeled #7

You’d be amazed at how much I know about you. You are the person who finalized your mortgage on the day after the mortgage rates jump one percent. You are the person who is second to the last one they let into the theatre before they throw the rope across and say “that's all for now". You are the person who buys the last car off the assembly line before they make the modification on the part that goes bad two weeks after your warranty expires. You are the guy who arrives at the summer resort one day after the low winter rates have gone up. You’re the guy who drives into the service station one minute after the government has passed a ruling that the gas war must end, and prices go up again by ten percent....you’re the gent who buys hi-fi a week before they announce stereo....you’re the girl who finally decided to buy a three lens turret movie camera....and a week later the zoom lens becomes available....you’re the boy who buys the hard-back $6.50 bestseller, only to find it came out in 50 cent paper-back the same day...you are the lady who has her car wash ten minutes before the rains come....you are the guy who gets the ONLY piece of cloth with a flaw in it for your hundred dollar suit....you are the individual whose favorite magazine is six days late....so you go out and buy it, then go home to find it has finally arrived....and you are the poor chap who dies three days after your insurance premium became due. But, despite all your troubles, you are thankful that you live in a land where you never need to fear that you will starve or be thrown into a concentration camp or be told where and how you will live. Unless you are a bit stubborn about filing your income tax!

Originally broadcast on February 11th, 1965 at 11:35 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada

A man who had once been an Alderman warned us against ever getting mixed up in that kind of life. He said at alderman has a terrible time. 

“If,” he said, “you accept invitations to parties they say you are a booze hound. If you don't, they say you are antisocial.” 

“If your picture is in the paper, they say your publicity chaser.” “If it isn’t, they say what happened to so-and-so?” 

“If you oppose spending money you are reactionary. If you don't you are going to put the taxes up.” 

“If you attend out of town conferences, you are junketing, If you don't, you are letting the city down.” 

“If you are for livelier Sundays, you are a sinner. If you're not, you are a spoilsport.” 

“If you say sewers first, the culture crowd is down on you. If you don't, the householder is mad at you.” 

“If you favour putting dogs on leash, the dog lovers all get sore at you. If you don't, the garden fans hate you.” 

“If you get your own street cleared of snow, they say you are chiseling. If you don't, they say what good are you anyway.” 

“If you attend all civic meetings, they say you're trying to become mayor. If you don't, they say you are the council deadweight.” 

“If you vote more money for Alderman, you are a bandit. If you don't you are a hypocrite.” 

“If you work your head off 16 hours a day for the city, your wife will leave you. If you don't, the voters will.”

Originally broadcast on January 4th, 1965 at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada

We live in two worlds. The outer world of things and people and circumstance, which seldom yield to our control; and an inner world of thoughts and feelings and desire, where if we so will it, we can be serene and safe. “Blessed is the man”, writes David Grayson, “who has a citadel in his own soul”, a place, where having fought, he may retire for peace. 

You remember old Mr. O'Hara in “Gone with the Wind”. He stood up to many difficulties and disasters unafraid and unbroken until his wife died. Then he went to pieces. And the hired Man, Will, filling in as funeral preacher, spoke these simple words; “We warn’t scared of anything. There ain’t nuthin’ from the outside.  I mean to say what the whole world couldn’t do, his own heart could.  When Mrs. Ohara died, too, and he was licked and what we see walkin’ around waren’t him”.

The strength of life is within. The safety of life is within. Going to church and Sunday school, singing in the choir and the like, are but scaffolding to help in the erection of a spiritual edifice and are no insurance against faults and failure, unless the soul is brought into vital contact with the spirit of God and made strong enough to stand alone, these props are so much vanity.

Originally broadcast on April 27th, (year unknown) at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, ALberta Canada

No glory have I begged from life;

No glitt’ring halo of success.

And tho’ I have desired a star

My heart has been content with less.

Perhaps because I did not beg

For things I know life could not send

Reward has come to me at last,

No stars! No triumphs! Just a friend!

Originally broadcast on June 14th, 1964 at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada

What builds a happy home? What builds a happy country? What builds a happy world? Well, that's a big question, and contributing factors to happiness are many, but I feel one on the most important factors in building a happy relationship between individuals, as well as nations, is human communication. It is amazing how many of us just “can't get through”, even to those we love, those we live with every day...children to their parents, husbands to their wives, our associates in business. We have problems, friction that we are dying to talk over with them, but we can't get through. 

It's incredible that a father should not be able to sit down and talk to his teen-age boy about anything under the sun, or that wife should not be able to bare her soul to her husband, or that partners in business should not share the troubles of each other just as they share the profits, and this help and advice should come from those we love and those who love us, and yet so many of us are, as we say, “afraid to mention it”. And so walls build up. They become higher and higher, and soon they are insurmountable. If we cannot communicate at a personal level, how can we ever communicate at an international level? 

How often have you heard someone say...”if I only known”...”if only he had told me”, familiar phrases that usually follow some tragic event. How do you communicate? Well, it's not hard. Just give it a try. No matter how delicate your problem, no matter what the emotions or feelings involved, sit down, talk it out, and I'm sure after it's over, you will find it was not too difficult at all. We are all human. We are all at times blind, and we all at times need help. So if you have a problem, don't isolate, communicate with those who love you and want to help you.

Originally broadcast on June 14th, 1964 at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada

A few weeks ago we got into a wonderful verbal battle-royal at our home on the subject of the Womanization of the world. We men tried to make the point that there was no area of endeavour left that you ladies had not invaded. Not only do you invade our sacred ground, but you proceed to beat us at our own game. It started perhaps when the fairer sex put on the first pair of slacks and from then on there was no stopping her. She moved into the business world, the world of sport, she moved in behind the wheel of the automobile, behind the mahogany desk, into politics, into the field behind the shotgun, behind the controls of the outboard motor boat, into the pilot’s seat of the aircraft, everywhere she set out to prove that she could do anything the man could do and do it better. Well, I know what you're going to say, a woman CAN do anything a man can do, and do it better. I won’t even argue that point. All I want to say is this, for the sake of future generations and your own femininity, leave us with at least the ILLUSION we’re the superior sex. Leave us some small area of activity that is restricted Solely to the male. I think most males are like me, in that we would like to feel we are required in this world. We want to love and admire our wives, not be in competition with them. So girls, think it over, stop being so blessed competent in the man’s world. I know many, many husbands who feel their only function is to bring home a paycheck and carry out the garbage.

Originally broadcast on March 30th, 1964 at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta Canada

I am very much in favour of the current way of raising children. It used to be that we fed them on a rigid schedule, put them to bed at a specific time and NEVER pick them up when they cried. Today the little one is fed when he's hungry, and when he's out of sorts, he's picked up and comforted by his parents. Somehow this seems right to me. Simply stated, I think children need all the love you can give them right from the day they are born. Small knocks bruise hard in childhood. When I was a kid we had jovial neighbour who used to pile his ‘29 Chev high with children every Saturday for a ride in the country or your or journey to the river swimmin’ phole. One Saturday he gathered all the available kids, as usual, and headed for river beach. I was on an errand at departure time. Impatient to be off, he didn't wait for me; and down the corridor of years, from my hard won adult viewpoint, I can see no special reason why he should have. Yet I still remember the stark tragedy of that summer afternoon. I was unwanted and I wept, and was utterly inconsolable, alone in misery. Like I say, small knocks Bruise hard when you're very young. So little do I understand this, that I do not know whether it is for good or evil that we toughen up, eventually, for that journey ahead. I do know that I feel childhood should be a very happy time for both the youngster and the parent and for this reason I am inclined to reject some of the scientific theory now abroad and raise my kids, perhaps wistfully, according to instinct and folk learning.

Originally broadcast on August 13th, 1965 at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

If your kids are like mine, you probably have a saver and a spender in the family. One goes through money like it was going out of style at dawn. The other banks every cent and won't part with a penny for any reason. Trying to teach children how to use and think about money can be hard. I have found a way that helps them to see money in proper perspective. Maybe you'd like to try it. 

While discussing the spending and savings of their allowances, I showed my boys a silver dollar. I asked the one who won't spend money to hold the silver Dollar right up close to his eyes. He did so. “What do you see?” I asked him. “Just the silver dollar”, Dad. I then told him to hold it at arms length and take another look at it. “What do you see now?” I asked him. You and mom and the sky and trees in the Ravine and clouds and the dollar. He got the point without me having to explain further. If you hold too closely to the mighty dollar, if it is all you see, then you are going to miss a great many things in life. If you keep the dollar at arms length you have it in proper perspective. You can see it, but it has taken its proper place in your whole scheme of things. That looked after the saver. The other lad, he said it was a pretty effective demonstration but why not get rid of the dollar completely so it wouldn't block out any of the view. This he did with pleasure, and probably will do for the rest of his life. Well, I got half the family thinking right about money, and in any household that's not half bad average. My wife? Well she's just like you. She ALWAYS has too much month left over at the end of money.

Originally broadcast March 3rd, 1965 at 11:45 AM on CHED Radio, Edmonton , Alberta, Canada

I was going through an old trunk of mine last Sunday when I came upon my high school year book.  On page twenty-two I found a picture of a fellow I will call Charlie Carlson. He was quite a guy. As I looked at his picture I recall one afternoon many years ago when Charlie got into a fist fight during and inter-school sports day. Charlie took on a fellow who was a head and a half taller than he, and at least 60 pounds heavier. The brawl lasted about 15 minutes during which Charlie was knocked down at least 20 times. He never landed a good blow on his opponent but every time he went down, he got up again. I remember saying to him after a teacher had stopped the fight. “What did you keep getting up for? The guy was no match for you”. Charlie said “I guess not, but I didn't know that I was beaten”. Well, that was many years ago, but that great fighting attitude that my friend had as kid has been with him ever since. You see during the war he was pretty badly shot up. In fact he had no right to survive at all. No one gave him a chance but again Charlie didn't know he was beaten. After the war, in spite of physical handicaps that would embitter most any man, Charlie built a new life for himself and has prospered, again not without a fight. Many times his business has been in trouble and everyone said he was going under. Again Charlie picked himself up, put the pieces together and kept fighting. He didn't know he was beaten. When I saw Charlie after the war I felt sorry for him. I don't anymore. I only wish I had one quarter of the courage he has. Here is a guy who will win regardless of the odds. How can anything stop a guy who in all his lifetime has never acknowledged defeat. How can anything stop at guy who doesn't know when he's been beaten.