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Text Box: In the following instances the answer is no. Once a year, when sending out the June issue of “The Trestle Board”, the Return Service Request” feature in incorporated on the front of the newsletter. Seventeen were returned with yellow stickers, some with up to date addresses, others were simply noted as undeliverable for other reasons. The cost of this service is $0.41 per piece. Inasmuch as the newsletter is a third class piece of mail it is rarely forwarded. Of those returned the following members of Chillicothe Masonic Bodies will be removed from the mailing list unless correct information is received: Name: Last Know Address Steve Z. Balahtsis PO Box 175 Washington CH, Ohio James J. Green PO Box 74 Bloomingburg, Ohio Jeron E. Detty 2097 Western Ave Chillicothe, Ohio Jerry L. Johnson 46 Springcove Ln Holland, Ohio Rick Mead 473 Zion Road Powell, Ohio David C. Morrow 38 S. Main Street Washington CH, Ohio The newsletters, which were returned with address corrections, were not be re-mailed.

Text Box: The Way it Should Always Be—A salesman breaks down in a remote country lane in the Highlands of Scotland. A farmer in the adjacent field comes over and they discover that they are "Brothers". The salesman is concerned as he has an important appointment in the local town. "Don't worry" says the farmer. "You can use my car, I will call a friend and get your car repaired while you go to the appointment." Off goes the salesman and a couple of hours later he returns but unfortunately his car is awaiting a part which won't arrive until the next morning. "It's not a problem," says the Farmer, "use my telephone and re-schedule your first appointment tomorrow, stay with us tonight and I'll see that the car is done first thing!" The farmers' wife prepares a wonderful meal and they share a glass of fine single malt during an excellent evening. The salesman sleeps soundly and when he awakes there is his car, repaired and ready to go. After a full English breakfast the salesman thanks them both for the hospitality. As he and the farmer walk to his car he turns and asks "my brother, thank you so much but I have to ask, did you help me because I am a Mason?" "No" was the reply, "I helped you because I am a Mason"

Text Box: The Lambskin Apron
It is not ornamental; its cost is not great,
There are things far more useful, yet truly I state
That of all my possessions none can compare
With the White Leather Apron, that all Masons wear.
As a young lad I wondered, just what it all meant,
When Dad hustled around, and so much time was spent
In shaving and dressing and looking just right.
Until Mother would say, it's the Masons tonight.
Sometimes Mother would say, "Dad what makes you go,
Way up there tonight, through the sleet and snow;
You see the same things each night of the year."
And then Dad would say, "Yes, I know my dear;
Each time I see the same things, it is true,
Though they be old, they always seem new,
For each hand that I clasp, each friend that I greet
Seem just a little closer, each time that we meet.
Years later I stood at that very same door,
With good men and true, who had entered before,
Kneeled at the Altar, and there I was taught.
That Virtue and Honor can never be bought.
That there on the level, men meet and abide.
That wealth and position, is all cast aside.
To Honor the Lambskin, and may it remain,
Forever, untarnished, and free from all stain.
So that when we are called to the Grand Architect's Love
We will meet him up there, in that Grand Lodge above.