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January 1, 1950

This I Believe

It was a dark night as the DC-6 dipped its wings and circled the Statue of Liberty in our approach to LaGuardia Field recently. I peered out the window and studied this great monument of a free people. With its...
January 1, 1950

This I Believe

While both experience and formal education have conditioned me to modern logic, I find it insufficient to sustain me in the many opinions, conclusions, and practical decisions incident in normal living. So faith became a necessary and comforting complement to...
January 1, 1950

This I Believe

I believe in God. I believe in Him because time after time when I needed His help and guidance, I have received it. Of course, there are others who helped me: my mother, my father, my wife; and my manager,...
January 1, 1950

This I Believe

My philosophy of life emerges out of a strong parental influence and family backgrounds in which high standards were unfailingly upheld. In such a climate were nurtured the dynamic stimulation toward an education, the concepts of higher moral integrity, and...
January 1, 1950

Bread Across the Waters

I’ll never forget the first time I went to a buffet supper. The fancy dishes were too much for me. After a bad attack of indigestion, I concluded simple foods were best. So it has been with life. I suffered...
January 1, 1950

This I Believe

I came from a large family. There were fifteen children—10 boys and 5 girls. I am the 13th child and the black sheep of the family. My father was educated to be a priest, but for some unknown reason at...
January 1, 1950

This I Believe

I have a family crest that goes back a long, long time. On it, this message is symbolically inscribed: “Be straight as an arrow in your dealings with men. Always look forward and up. Never despair. As long as the...
January 1, 1950

Love Is the Greatest Thing

On the wall of my study hangs a photograph of three people. The pictures are those of a B-17 ex-pilot, a young French matron, and her handsome five-year-old son. When the photograph was taken, Jacque and his mother had just...
January 1, 1950

The High Price of Money

In order to tell what I believe, I must briefly sketch something of my personal history. The turning point of my life was my decision to give up a promising business career and study music. My parents, although sympathetic and...