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May, 1962 .-.9
his route. This was not a staged event, and the driver could have been any-
one on the street that day. The actions of that bus driver were an illustra-
tion of the majesty of human character.
It is true that Shakespeare and his contemporaries wrote of the majesty
of man and modern writers often do not, but poor publicity for the product
has not yet succeeded in destroying its existence. Modern man still has
his inner majesty.
A WRECKING
I Remember Sunday School
Charles Peterson
Rhetoric 101. Theme 2
CREW HAS BEGUN TO TEAR DOWN THE
church I attended as a boy. I spent many enjoyable Sunday mornings
there as I progressed from the general sand box disorder to the
intellectual discussions that only a sixth grader can fathom. I will miss the
scene of my early Christian training, for it holds many pleasant memories
that I do not want to forget.
My Sunday School classroom was a cramped, re-painted, dark room
filled with straight-back chairs in need of restoration; old, scufifed-up tables
with tops closely resembling the topography of Kentucky ; and a sturdy,
but marred, sand box. The imagination of youth conquered all these obstacles.
My Sunday School teachers were either badly middle-aged or ante-
diluvian. They were kindly women and showed only slight favoritism
towards the children of the more prominent church people, whose deep
religious nature contrasted sharply with the hellions they had borne. These,
my companions, were invariably irreverent and untouched by discipline. They
were aware of the freedom of action afforded them, and they expressed it
fully. At the same time I fought to remain a pious ascetic, an outsider to
the folly around me. I succeeded for a while at least.
There was one place where democracy was practiced continually. It was
each man for himself in the heathen section of the classroom where the
table-high sand box stood. Filled with clean white sand and a fleet of cars
and trucks, the sand box was the instrument of expression that I enjoyed
the most. I became a highway engineer, the architect of complex transportation
networks and of suburban developments that spread out before me
as far as I could reach. The sand box was the birthplace of power and
greed, as my friends and I began to lie partially on the sand to include more
territory in our empires. The inevitable sand fights took place whenever a