A TRUE AND MORAL STORY
A TRUE STORY ----- by Malcolm Forbes
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit,
stepped off the train in Boston and walk timidly without an appointment into the Harvard
University President's outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods,
country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.
"We want to see the president," the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day," the secretary
snapped. "We'll wait," the lady replied. For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the
couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't and the secretary grew
frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always
regretted. "Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave," she said to him. He sighed in
exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend
with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple. The lady told him, "We
had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about
a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him,
somewhere on campus." The president wasn't touched.... He was shocked. "Madam," he said,
gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did,
this place would look like a cemetery." "Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to
erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard." The president rolled his
eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you
have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars
in the physical buildings here at Harvard." For a moment the lady was silent. The president was
pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly,
"Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?" Her husband
nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland
Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the
university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no
longer cared about.
M O R A L
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who
they think can do nothing.
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