The American Grand United Order of Odd Fellows is a fraternal organization founded in 1843 for black members. Created at a time when the IOOF was primarily a white-only organization, the GUOOF obtained its charter directly from the Grand United Order of Odd Fellows in Great Britain and the American IOOF organization had no control over it. Although still in existence, membership in the US has declined, due to the mainstream IOOF no longer being segregated and the decline in fraternal membership in general.
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“Last evening attended Croghan Lodge International Order of Odd Fellows. Election of officers. Chosen Noble Grand. These social organizations have a number of good results. All who attend are educated in self-government. This in a marked way. They bind society together. The well-to-do and the poor should be brought together as much as possible. The separation into classes—castes—is our danger. It is the danger of all civilizations.”
—Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1822–1893)
“The Olympian gods cannot have grand passions because they cannot die.”
—Mason Cooley (b. 1927)
“The United States is a republic, and a republic is a state in which the people are the boss. That means us. And if the big shots in Washington don’t do like we vote, we don’t vote for them, by golly, no more.”
—Willis Goldbeck (1900–1979)
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—Judith Viorst (20th century)
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Methinks at meals some odd thoughts might intrude,
And conscience ask a curious sort of question,
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—George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824)
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Could they remember but last year,
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Would, looking round for the same sight in vain,
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—Abraham Cowley (1618–1667)