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Back in the 1970s I was a reporter for a newspaper up north (never mind the name). One fall evening the movers and shakers in the community got together in the banquet room of a local inn for one of those congratulatory events where every business owner in the room gets some kind of “prestigious award.”
One business owner will go on and on extolling the virtues of another business owner - virtues everyone in attendance knows full-well he doesn't possess - and then hand the pretending-to-be humble rascal a plaque suitable for hanging, which most in attendance think he should have been. The extolling and awarding and not deserving continue until all the plaques stacked behind the head table are gone.
At this point most people usually get up and go home. But on this particular night several people stayed and basked in the afterglow of those flattering speeches. One of the evening's awards had gone to the president of the local parent-teacher organization for the innovative school writing program, so the talk among the stragglers turned to writing.
"Isn't it shameful what's happened to the quality of writing these days?" the chamber president asked to no one in particular.
"I couldn't agree more," said the editor of my paper.
No one knows who first suggested it - it was either the slightly intoxicated newspaper editor or the mildly inebriated chamber president- but at some point one of these local luminaries boldly proposed a local writing contest.
The idea took off like a prairie fire. The stragglers scribbled down some contest rules, listed names of possible sponsors, came up with ideas on prizes and agreed to meet around 9 the next morning.
It was at that first meeting that cracks began appearing in the contest's hastily poured foundation. The chamber president assumed from the beginning that the newspaper would do most of the heavy lifting, including publicity and judging. For his part, the newspaper editor assumed that the chamber would do most of work and all he had to do was put a few ads and articles in his newspaper to publicize the contest.
"Why can't those reporters of yours read the contest entries?" the chamber president demanded to know.
"Because those reporters of mine are too busy putting out your daily newspaper, that's why!" the editor replied. "Why can't that chamber of yours hire some of those underpaid teachers to judge the writing entries?" he snorted.
From there things went downhill fast.
The newspaper ran notices about the contest, and the entries poured in, more than anyone anticipated. The chamber spent a small fortune on the judges from the local schools. The chamber president demanded that the newspaper help defray the high cost of the judging, but the editor absolutely refused. By this time, anyway, organizers were at each others' throats arguing about every contest detail and whose responsibility it was.
When it came time for the contest awards, organizers weren't even speaking. Even after the contest was over things were so bad in town that members avoided chamber meetings. The next year's chamber dinner had to be canceled for lack of interest and there was even some talk of dissolving the crippled organization.
It took years for things in the town to get back to normal. The chamber president eventually sold his business and retired to Florida. The newspaper editor didn't retire but around the same time had a massive heart attack and died at his desk.
Folks in town who remember say it all started because the chamber president and the newspaper editor once lingered too long at a local banquet.

John McDonald is a humorist and storyteller
who performs regularly throughout New England.
Contact John at or 899-1868.
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