19 March 1957
After listening to Dr. Bonds of Baldwin Wallace talk on the City Club Forum about Nasser’s frustrations, and how Nasser has practically never been out of Egypt – this thought occurs to me: Our friends, who know us, know what we are like. Our antagonists – who have never met us, conjure up many dragons sometimes concerning the kind of person we are.
Perhaps, if Nasser were invited to U.S., something could be added to his frame of reference. We have exchange students. Dallas goes all over. Why not let these leaders in other countries come and see how we live. Also we should go and see how they live – I mean the sensitive, understanding ones among us.
I recall the time I became the first female president of the Young People’s group at Trinity Cathedral – thanks to the politicking of Pete, Charles and Art. It came to my ears, through one of those three, this one gal was furious at me in my presidency. I did not even know her. Then I wrote her a note saying, if there was any way in which I had offended her, I wish she would let me know.
The result – she wrote me a note back inviting me to her home with the fellows and their girls. We all had a most pleasant evening. This young lady, who was married, and I had some very pleasant contacts, until my father died, and I dropped away from the Young People’s group. Seems to me I started at the community fund then, too, and worked there late hours for several months.
From a social psychological point of view – when I finally took the course – I guess scientifically (Lord how I hate that word is when applied to human relations) I was adding a new element into her frame of reference.
Why do I so hate the word “scientific” when discussing human relationships? Well, I guess it’s because human relations should come from the heart, not from a precocious statistician. But then, I suppose, maybe some statisticians have a real hard for humans. Actually, I seriously doubt it most of the time. They are so antiseptic they never do anything but accumulate data, leaving most of the emotions and heart completely out of the matter.
So it has to be? So it is necessary – All right! All right! But, I’ll still take a wise and loving heart. No pencil in the pocket without a clip social engineer for me.
I wrote a letter to Mr. Blake of Central National today, and it started me thinking. I’ll have to buy some Central National Bank stock next, if Jean Wolfe approves, just as soon as our investment account builds up and some of the Zachmann bills are off our necks.
Philosophy for the day – Zachmannesia:
Some people like special privileges for their own gain. The only time special attention is of any value is when you have something to give. Otherwise there is no satisfaction in it. It’s like cheating at solitaire if personal gain alone is your only motive – no satisfaction of meeting a challenge.
Things to discuss with Mr. Blake:
- Central National Bank stock awards instead of monetary awards.
- The bank sponsorship of the Cleveland Indians – and what the Indians might do for little leaguers.
- Maybe then “bad land investments” quote “Blanche” unquote.
- Oh yes “Trusts” and the shrinking man – Too much banking dignity scares the little fellow with quite a bit of money in insurance.
My conversation with Merrian at the Y third floor opening. Henry Ford versus Cadillac.