I went for my annual check up this morning at the dentist and with time to kill gazed upon the array of magazines in the waiting room. It was here that a strange publication caught my eye.
Freemasonry Today was prominent amongst the array of Sunday supplements and withered Gossip mags, published as the official journal of the United Grand Lodge of England.
A brief retrospective look on their website revealed that this magazine was issued to all members (although I had never considered the prospect of this being on sale at WH Smiths) which begs this question. How did it get there? On seeing my dentist and hygienist (both female) it certainly would not have come from them so it must have been a patient, or some other supreme being.
On thinking that this could have been the Masonic equivalent of leaving state secrets on the Tube, there was nothing on codes, signs, handshakes or where I could even get a nice bunch of Forget-Me-Nots. I was mildly disappointed as it turned out to be nothing more than a collection of photos of various dignitaries attending a variety of functions looking peachy in their regalia (including the inevitable Duke of Kent).
I didn’t get to finish it to see if there was a Sudoku on the back page or a crossword with a special prize (such as honorary membership or a nice apron). But it’s still the strangest magazine I’ve come across in a waiting room.
Anyone beat this?
Freemasonry Today was prominent amongst the array of Sunday supplements and withered Gossip mags, published as the official journal of the United Grand Lodge of England.
A brief retrospective look on their website revealed that this magazine was issued to all members (although I had never considered the prospect of this being on sale at WH Smiths) which begs this question. How did it get there? On seeing my dentist and hygienist (both female) it certainly would not have come from them so it must have been a patient, or some other supreme being.
On thinking that this could have been the Masonic equivalent of leaving state secrets on the Tube, there was nothing on codes, signs, handshakes or where I could even get a nice bunch of Forget-Me-Nots. I was mildly disappointed as it turned out to be nothing more than a collection of photos of various dignitaries attending a variety of functions looking peachy in their regalia (including the inevitable Duke of Kent).
I didn’t get to finish it to see if there was a Sudoku on the back page or a crossword with a special prize (such as honorary membership or a nice apron). But it’s still the strangest magazine I’ve come across in a waiting room.
Anyone beat this?
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