Sir Knight Yuri

Only a malicious mind can find a dirty word in it.

Only a malicious mind can find a dirty word in it.

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to
            use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day
            the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife
            goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be
            here soon."

Half an hour later, just by chance, a
            door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell,
            hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've
come to..."

"Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed,
            "I've been expecting you."

"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's
            good. Did you know babies are my specialty?"

"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come
            in and have a seat".

After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we
            start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub,
            one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And
            sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really
            spread out there."

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out
            for Harry and me!"

"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every
            time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot
            from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with
            the results."

"My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd
            love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd
            be disappointed with that."

"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a
            portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top
            of a bus," he said.

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when
            you consider their mother was so difficult to work with."

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park
            to get the job done right. People were crowding around
            four and five deep to get a good look"

"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with
            amazement.

"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three
            hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling
            - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached
            I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began
            nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually
            chewed on your, uh...equipment? "

"It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up
            my tripod and we can get to work right away."

"Tripod ?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.
            It's much too big to be held in the hand very long."

Mrs. Smith fainted

it is realizingthat your wrong and saying you are sorry

loving someone doesnt necessarily mean
that you keep on feeling happiness, joy,
excitement at all times...rather, loving
someone is taking time to make mistakes
and learn from them. it is realizing
that your wrong and saying you are
sorry. its shedding a tear or two to
release the pressure and anger that you
feel inside. its taking hold of your
partner's hand and saying thank you for
the times that they remain supportive of
us. its lying down next to him and
finding yourself most comfortable in his
arms. its falling asleep and waking up
to see your loved one beside you... and
feeling most content.

someone getting over me

Honestly, there's no cure. People say a new love is the best cure for a broken heart but when you're in love, the last thing you want is someone new. Sure it could distract you for a minute but then when you do remember your true feelings, you have to deal with those feelings. Dating other people would be like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound...covering it up but it's still there and needs to be treated. It could take months to get over that person. There's not cure and no quick fix. Go sit down or lay down and cry and let it all out. And just when you think you're finished crying, guess what, you wont be. Not to sound negative (okay, too late, I know) but there's no cure. Here's a hint: dont listen to love songs, that only makes it worse. What may help it allowing yourself to feel how

GREATEST ADVICE

Don't date because you are desperate.
Don't marry because you are miserable.
Don't have kids because you think your
genes are superior.
Don't philander because you think you
are irresistible.

Don't associate with people you can't
trust.
Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.
Don't dictate because you are smarter.
Don't demand because you are stronger.

Don't sleep around because you think you
are old enough & know better.
Don't hurt your kids because loving them
is harder.
Don't sell yourself, y our family, or
your ideals.
Don't stagnate!

Don't regress.
Don't live in the past. Time can't bring
anything or anyone back.
Don't put your life on hold for possibly
Mr. Right.
Don't throw your life away on absolutely
Mr. Wrong because your biological clock
is ticking.

Learn a new skill.
Find a new friend.
Start a new career.
Sometimes, there is no race to be won,
only a price to be paid for some of
life's more hasty decisions.

To terminate your loneliness, reach out
to the homeless.
To feed your nurturing instincts, care
for the needy.
To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get
a puppy.
Don't bring another life into this world
for all the wrong reasons.

To make yourself happy, pursue your
passions & be the best of what you can
be.
Simplify your life. Take away the
clutter.
Get rid of destructive elements: abusive
friends, nasty habits, and dangerous
liaisons.
Don't abandon your responsibilities but
don't overdose on duty.

Don't live life recklessly without
thought and feeling for your family.
Be true to yourself.
Don't commit when you are not ready.
Don't keep others wait ing needlessly.

Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.
Say those words. Don't let the moment
pass.
Do what you have to, even at society's
scorn.

Write poetry.
Love Deeply.
Walk barefoot.
Dance with wild abandon.
Cry at the movies.

Take care of yourself. Don't wait for
someone to take care of you.
You light up your life.
You drive yourself to your destination.
No one completes you - except YOU.

It isn't true that life does not get
easier with age.
It only gets more challenging.
Don't be afraid. Don't lose your
capacity to love.
Pursue your passions.

Live your dreams.
Don't lose faith in God.
Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!

When you give someone your time, you are
giving them a portion of your life that
you'll never get back.
Your time is your life. That is why the
greatest gift you can give to someone is
your tim e.
Relationships take time and effort, and
the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E
because the essence of love is not what
we think or do or provide for others,
but how much we give of ourselves.
God is good all the time!

i love you momie piglet

The road I have travelled on
Is paved with good intentions
It's littered with broken dreams
That never quite came true
When all of my hopes were dying
Her love kept me trying
She doesn't has to hide
The pain that she's been through


She's always been there for me
Whenever I'm falling
When nobody else believed
She'd be there by my side
I don't know how she takes it
Just once I like to make it
Then the tears of joy


When she cries at night
And she doesn't think that I can hear her
She tries to hide all the fears she feels inside
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries
Will fill her loving eyes

History of our Order

Nine Boys and a Man It has been said that a day can be changed or a great moment launched by a single phone call. Such a call came in January of 1919. As Frank answered the telephone he recognized the voice of Sam Freet, newly installed Senior Warden of Ivanhoe Lodge. "Frank, I have a favor to ask. One of our members, Elmer E. Lower, who had been initiated as a Fellow Craft, died a year ago. Could you find a part-time job for the oldest boy, Louis? He is one of the finest young men I have ever seen. "Sam, you called at just the right time. I would be glad to talk to this boy. Send Louis to me, say after school tomorrow if you can arrange it. I shall look forward to meeting him." The next afternoon Louis arrived promptly for his interview. Shaking hands with this youth brought a response to Land that seemed to blend them into a common experience that would unite them for years to come. Louis radiated an honesty of character, a natural aptitude for leadership, and the grace of movement of the athlete. Frank thought, "If I had a son, I would want him to be just like this lad." They talked for a while about school. Louis told him of his aspirations for a place on the track team, of his position as a pitcher on a baseball team, and in response to a question said, "I am a fairly good student. Even with the hard time we are having, I want to finish high school and then help with the education of the others." Frank responded, "It is a good goal. You will meet the challenge. Now, tell me about your father. I knew him but only from very casual meetings." Louis hesitated as though reluctant to look into the past but finally said, "My father was the finest father a boy ever had." That evening, as Nell Land cleared the dinner dishes, she said, "Frankie, something happened today. You look like you have found a long, lost friend." "Not a lost friend but a new young friend. This boy I talked to today is tremendous. One of the finest young men I have ever met. He is going to work with me in the office and I know I shall enjoy having him around. Perhaps we could take him to church with us Wednesday evening. The teachings of Christian Science would be good for him and you could meet Louis Lower." "Yes, we should do just that," she said. "I suggest that you have him bring a few friends over to the apartment some evening. I would like to meet him." It was not until the middle of February that the opportunity for such a meeting took place. "Louis," said Mr. Land, "who do you run around with?" "I have some friends in my neighborhood," said Louis. "How would you like to form a Club and meet here at the Temple?" Louis thought the idea had possibilities and showed up the next week with eight other boys. That was February 19, 1919. The boys came early that Wednesday evening and each in turn was introduced to Mr. Land by Louis Lower with, "I want you to meet Ralph Sewell, Elmer Dorsey, Edmund Marshall, Jerome Jacobson, William Steinhibler, Ivan Bentley, Gorman McBride, and Clyde Stream. There are nine of us." They were a group destined to form a great youth organization and each was to advance through his efforts and determination to prominence in his chosen field of work. Mr. Land acknowledged each introduction with a handshake and word of welcome. "Before we get down to business, let's make a tour of this building. I think you will find it just about right if we should decide to form a Club and use it as a meeting place." It was a radiant group that gathered about the long table in one of the meeting rooms that night. There was no doubt that they should continue to meet as a Club. The only question was a name. One suggested they use Greek letters as the college fraternities did but this was instantly voted down as making them only a part of other organizations. The name must be distinctive and carry meaning. They turned to Land for suggestions. He pointed to a recent series of prints on the wall that showed the adventures of Sir Galahad and the Knights of the Round Table. There was a negative shaking of heads. The greatest of wars had ended only a few months before and the adventures of knights of old seemed far away. Then names were mentioned from history and from the Bible. Stories such as Damon and Phythias, David and Jonathan and of Nathan Hale. Nothing seemed to click until one of the boys, Clyde Stream, said "Mr. Land, tell us something connected with Masonry. They must have great names and we are meeting here in one of their buildings." Frank smiled, "This year I am serving as the head of one of the Masonic Groups. I am the Commander for the DeMolai Council of Kadosh. There are many names and stories directly connected with Masonry, but I think I should tell you about the last leader of the Knights Templar. His name was Jacques DeMolay or as they say in history books, James of Molay." The story and the name caught the imagination of the boys. Here was heroism. Here was a great example of loyalty, of courage. Here was a theme from knighthood and chivalry, at its best, and the name of a martyr to fidelity and toleration. The boys were ready without further consideration to accept this name as the name of the group. But Land interrupted, "Now let's wait just a little bit and sleep over this. Let's not rush into it. Perhaps with a little more thought we can come up with a better name. One that might be more in keeping and more appropriate. It is growing late and you should all be going home. Come back next week and bring a few more of your friends. We will talk more together about it then. Good night and thanks for coming." While the boys talked to Land about the Club when they came to the Temple, it was their long talks together at school and as they walked from school to home that heightened their interest and gave momentum to their organization. One afternoon after a chemistry class, Elmer Dorsey caught up with Louis Lower to ask, "Louis, I think this club idea is terrific. But what is it all about? What does Mr. Land get out of it? Do they want us to become junior Masons?" "I don't have all the answers, Elmer, I only know that Frank Land is one of the greatest. His only motive is the one he tells us. He likes to be with young people and sincerely believes that if we do form such a group each of us will benefit from it. How he ever talked the older boys into letting us use their temple is beyond me. They must be interested in us as Land is, because he has told me that we are not to be a junior Masonic group. He told me these men are concerned about only one thing and that is that we should grow into decent men who will be respected in the community." March 24, 1919 was the day in history that launched the Order of DeMolay. During the next few years, however, the date of March 18, the date in the past that had witnessed the death of Jacques DeMolay, came to be more frequently used. Thirty-one boys, all from the same high school, came to the Scottish Rite Temple that night. Frank Land made each boy welcome and then explained briefly his ideas of a Club. Land said, "This is your meeting. I will serve as Advisor but it is your meeting. Why not proceed with an organization and elect a few officers. I will take charge until you have completed your election." During the next few months the group grew in numbers, in activities and interest. Then a fear came to some of them that they were growing into too large a Club. Someone suggested that a committee talk with Mr. Land and endeavor to convince him that membership should be limited to 75. Land neither criticized or admonished the committee at the time. In fact they didn't know whether he agreed or disagreed to their suggestion. Later when the meeting was called to order, the chairman reported and moved that the membership of DeMolay be limited to 75. The motion quickly received a second and was unanimously adopted. It was then that Dad Land rose from the back of the room where he had been more or less out of sight for he wasn't the type to take the spotlight, or the forefront in their meetings. He wanted them to conduct their own meetings. As he came to the front of the room that night, he proceeded to tell them—and in no uncertain terms—how selfish and how inconsiderate they were. He told them that they were operating and thinking absolutely contrary to every idea that he had in mind for this organization. He reminded them that there were three other high schools in Kansas City which had young men who were just as capable, just as qualified, and just as upstanding as they were. In fact, he indicated he thought they were probably much, much better than what they thought they were. He said that if it was good for one boy, it must be good for all eligible boys. He reminded them that 'to become big, they must be big.' The motion to limit membership to 75 was rescinded. It was then that DeMolay was permitted to grow and develop. And grew it did. DeMolay continued its growth initiating new member and instituting new chapters in all states of the continential USA. DeMolay then crossed the oceans and the organization was developed in many foreign countries. Thousands upon thousands of young men have had their life enriched by the recinding of the motion to limit the Order of DeMolay to just 75 members.

100 DeMolays

Of any 100 young men who join DeMolay, five of those 100 will become Master Councilor of their DeMolay chapters. And at least one of them will later say that he valued that experience above his college degree. Eighty or more of the 100 will go on to complete some form of post-high school education.

Many of the 100 will find their vocation through other DeMolay involvement, such as Merit Bar work. DeMolay has produced a good number of men, who after serving as chaplain of their local chapters, went on to become ministers or pastors. Along those same lines, several of the 100 DeMolays will first be introduced to some form of organized religion by attending some church or temple through a chapter function.

Of any 100 young men who become a DeMolay, thirty will drop out in their first year. Perhaps this may be regarded as a failure. But in later life, most of these will remember that they have been in DeMolay and speak well of the program and the lessons it teaches.

Of any 100 DeMolays, only rarely will one ever appear before a juvenile court judge or be in any trouble with the law. In fact, DeMolay produces a great many lawyers. And, although the percentages are not known, many of the 100 will join the military. Each of the 100 will learn something from DeMolay and most all will benefit from their association with the fraternity. Again, the percentages are not known, but a considerable number of the 100 will also go into the Masonic Lodge in later life. Of the 100 who join Masonry, many will serve as a head of one of the Masonic organizations.

A number of the 100 come from single parent families and look to their advisors (Masons) as positive role models. One out of the 100 will be awarded the rank and honor of Chevalier, the highest honor granted to an active DeMolay. Approximately sixteen of the 100 will value their time in DeMolay so much that they will "give back" to DeMolay by serving as an adult volunteer in later life.

One hundred DeMolays ... equals a high number of leaders.

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Tumaga Story

MAGA ISTORYA DE TUMAGA

ZAMBOANGA'S famed pinnacle Pulumbato is a hushed voyeur of memorable legends, love stories, history and folklore. It silently beams and looks back to the folkstories of old, the bitter and sweet endings, the blissful and the tragic. Some say the tragedy of fallen betrothals found bleeding hearts terminating many lives on the west side of the mountain.

The Talasida, a record of the account of how the Mohammedans from Arabia came to Mindanao reveals one beautiful story. Accordingly, Sarip Radia Bungsu arrived from Borneo and entered Mindanao through the Masinlog River, also called Nahuan. Today, this famous river is known as the Tumaga river. Sarip Radia discovered a camarin (cave) whose inhabitants fled in fear of the strangers. The Sarip entered the cave and left his kris (Muslim sword) and candil (waistband). He tied three knots on his waistband and nestled back to the entrance of the river.

Three days passed and the Sarip summoned his trusted servants to the cave. They yielded with a golden salapa (buyo and tobacco box) with three buyos inside. This was an indication that the local Tumuay (chieftain) accepted a tryst with him. He then donned his finest apparel, gathered his entourage and encountered Tumuay the chief, the Samboangan natives, and his daughter Nayac who was wearing the Sarip's band with the kris hanging from it.

After a cordial pact, was wedding was instantaneously carried out with the customary exchange of gifts. Sarip bestowed Narac with a slave, and she reciprocated the gesture by giving him a she-puppy. Their love flourished in bliss and warmth, and to this date their descendants still dwell in our cherished Zamboanga.

As I ricochet through books, old magazines, torn and yellowed pages written of yesteryears, I always wear a smile and think back of our roots, the roots of Zamboanga Hermosa, my hometown. It always gives more significance to life to know where we came from.

As the Tumaga folk with their energetic Chairman Rudy Bayot are frolicking in observance of their fiesta today, the feast of St. Claire, let me share another brief, awe-inspiring story how Tumaga got her name.

In the late 1800's, Zamboanga was made the only Spanish military installation. Piracy was the most turbulent form of insurgency then. To suppress these malpractice, the Spanish governor General resolved to establish a force at the old Spanish garrison, Fort Pilar. About five hundred Spanish and Filipino soldiers forged the reinforcement corps.

Due to the scarcity of water, the incumbent Spanish commander found water resources in a river four kilometers away from the Fort. This became their ideal camping ground.

Colonel Pedro Real, their commander, was so impressed by the river that, as he took his daily bath, he authored a magnificent Spanish verse which goes:

Tumaga, que claro de tuyo ondura
Por crosar el mas distante
Como agua cristalante
Baña cual quien bonita.

(Tumaga, how glossy is your depth. In crossing its widest, it is like crystal water. Beautiful maidens bathe here.)

This poem proved to be the origin of the barangay's name up to this date. Let us look back and reminisce as we share with you the joy of your feast day today. Happy Fiesta!

Mi Ciudad

Zamboanga City is the proverbial melting pot, a product of the blending of many cultures from Chinese, Malaysian, Spanish, Japanese, Arabic and Caucasian blood.

June 23, 1635 marked the change of the name of the place from "Samboangan" to its present name, ZAMBOANGA.

For almost three centuries, the Spaniards held over what is now Zamboanga City with Fort Pilar as the center of settlement. The presence of the Spaniards amidst many Filipino ethnic groupings resulted in the development of a unique dialect - chavacano - a mixture of Spanish and the native dialects which is still the predominant medium of communication in the city today.

In 1898,a year after the Treaty of Paris, the Philippines was ceded to the United States of America and the Americans occupied Zamboanga City. It was during the American period in 1901 when the settlement was formally organized into a municipality under Public Act No. 135 by the union of Zamboanga and Tetuan Districts.

From 1903 to 1913, Zamboanga was the capital of the Moro Province which was the whole of Mindanao, comprising five districts, namely: Cotabato, Davao, Sulu, Lanao and Zamboanga. The period led to the construction of our present day City Hall. It was then the Provincial Capitol building which housed the office of the Governor, General John "Black Jack" Pershing.

On September 15, 1911, the governing body of the Moro Province, the legislative council, passed Act. No. 272 converting the municipality of Zamboanga into a city with a commission form of government. This act took effect on January 1, 1912 with the appointment of American Christopher Frederick Bader as the first City Mayor. Victoriano Tarrosa succeeded as the first Filipino Zamboangueño Mayor of the city when Bader resigned in 1914.

On October 12, 1936, Zamboanga became a chartered city under Commonwealth Act. No. 39 with the island of Basilan as part of the territory, thus making Zamboanga the largest city in the world.

It was on November 22, 1983 when Zamboanga was declared a highly urbanized city in accordance with the provision of the Local Government Code of 1983 (BP 337).

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MEMORIAS DE AYER
(MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY)

              

Named in honor of General John "Blackjack" Pershing, this is the original Plaza Pershing, a favorite promenade for families and young lovers.

              

Pettit Barracks, site of the American headquarters after they occupied the City in 1898.

              

Plaza Rizal, featuring the then unconfined monument of our National Hero, Jose P. Rizal, along what is now Don Pablo Lorenzo St.

            

The city's "pantalan" or wharf, serving the even then shipping hub of southwestern Mindanao, and another favorite evening promenade.