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Issues Index | Next => Hiram Ulysses Grant was born at Point Pleasant, Ohio on this day in 1822. His mother called him "Lys", antagonists in the school yard called him "Useless". When his Congressman nominated him to West Point, the politician couldn't remember the full name, but remembering young Grant's mother's maiden name, he entered a completely new name on the enrollment forms: Ulysses Simpson Grant. Classmates called him "Uncle Sam", then just "Sam". Ulysses decided that U. S. Grant was a good name for a U. S. Army officer, so he never corrected the error. That's quite a few names for one person, thus today's theme.
Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior. A man that should call everything by its right name, would hardly pass the streets without being knocked down as a common enemy. We feel in one world, we think and name in another. Between the two we can set up a system of references, but we cannot fill the gap. A good name is better than riches. In the very books in which philosophers bid us scorn fame, they inscribe their names. When the voter speaks, I listen, especially when the voter is saying someone else's name.
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