Luke Young dancing, you say? Well, no, but I did find this funky picture of him sword fighting (no one burst his bubble that it’s only a pole). I have had the honor of knowing Mr. Young since last year, when we first started to get to know each other at our Philo-family brunch (long live the Wynter clan!). I then realized that Mr. Young, who had until then slightly intimidated me with his poise and decorum, was no more than a fun-loving, sword-playing, abstinence speech-giving, person. He’s also quite interesting: not only has he managed to double major and minor (in the MSB, no less!), but he also collects presidential election pins (we found that out a debate this semester) and model railroads. Yet apparently his speeches were very straight forward until this:
“One of my more vivid memories (besides my induction and those of my mentees) from the floor of the Philodemic centers on the first time I tried to be funny in a speech. It was the Spring of my sophomore year (I think), and the debate was some rubbish about Napoleon having done more good than harm for the welfare of the French people. Surprised that nobody had given a “Red-blooded American” speech by the time the debate sank to my bottom-of-the-barrel seniority, I decided to give my first facetious speech (Oh, but surely no such thing could possibly occur on the floor of the mighty Philodemic! No, Sir!) wherein Napoleon is indirectly responsible for America’s swift ascent on the global stage and—by proximity—to the latter’s twice rescuing of France in the twentieth century. The patriotic response I received was encouraging to say the least; it certainly spurred me to become increasingly experimental in my style, and that in many ways has defined my time in the Philodemic Society. A better way to spend a Thursday than to suit-up, to ponder, to argue, and to joke among critics, among friends? I know of no other. Merry Christmas!”
But surely all of the “Red-blooded American” speeches are not only heartfelt but 100% accurate??