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Reverie, v. 3, issue 3, whole 10, September 1940
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Reverie 15 "My" Convention By ROBERT TELSCHOW President National Amateur Press Association DO NOT conclude hastily that I am an egoist. Those who know me, know better. I am not so constituted that I must perforce expand my chest and demand peremptorilly Salute the boss!" On the contrary, I am more or less just a timid soul who has lived long enough not to take himself too seriously. When I arrived in Philadelphia on the afternoon of July third last, it was my purpose to be present throughout the convention period; to see and hear everything, to meet people, and be helpful if I could. I had been mentioned for office, from the highest to the lowest. It made me feel proud. This pride was fostered by the thought that my labors in amateur journalism, already amply rewarded by the pleasure derived therefrom, had been recognized by my contemporaries who now chose to bestow their blessing upon me by permitting me to participate in the active direction of our time-honored organization. I have never been an office-seeker. When friends began sounding me me about running for office, I felt it sufficient to indicate I'd serve if elected. I made no pretense of campaigning, It came to pass that I was chosen President, although scattered votes were cast for me for other offices. Not while I retain a spark of life in my fragile body shall I forget the Philadelphia convention of 1940 which so signally honored me. That is why I call it "my" convention. My heartfelt thanks are due to those who cast proxy votes for me; without their votes the result might have been different. There is an indefinable something about conventions of the National Amateur Press Association which
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Reverie 15 "My" Convention By ROBERT TELSCHOW President National Amateur Press Association DO NOT conclude hastily that I am an egoist. Those who know me, know better. I am not so constituted that I must perforce expand my chest and demand peremptorilly Salute the boss!" On the contrary, I am more or less just a timid soul who has lived long enough not to take himself too seriously. When I arrived in Philadelphia on the afternoon of July third last, it was my purpose to be present throughout the convention period; to see and hear everything, to meet people, and be helpful if I could. I had been mentioned for office, from the highest to the lowest. It made me feel proud. This pride was fostered by the thought that my labors in amateur journalism, already amply rewarded by the pleasure derived therefrom, had been recognized by my contemporaries who now chose to bestow their blessing upon me by permitting me to participate in the active direction of our time-honored organization. I have never been an office-seeker. When friends began sounding me me about running for office, I felt it sufficient to indicate I'd serve if elected. I made no pretense of campaigning, It came to pass that I was chosen President, although scattered votes were cast for me for other offices. Not while I retain a spark of life in my fragile body shall I forget the Philadelphia convention of 1940 which so signally honored me. That is why I call it "my" convention. My heartfelt thanks are due to those who cast proxy votes for me; without their votes the result might have been different. There is an indefinable something about conventions of the National Amateur Press Association which
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