I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles

I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles

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At the 1920 Imperial Session a proposal was made to start a hospital to provide free care for children. Some Shriners expressed concerns about the Shrine assuming this kind of responsibility. Prospects for approval were dimming when Noble Forrest Adair (Yaarab Temple, Atlanta) rose to speak:

“I  was lying in bed yesterday morning, about four o’clock  and some poor fellow who had strayed from the rest of the band . . . stood down there under the window for 25 minutes playing ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles.’ “

He said that when he awoke later, “I thought of the wandering minstrel, and I wondered if there were not a deep significance in the tune that he was playing for Shriners, ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles.’ “

He noted, “While we have spent money for songs and spent money for bands, it’s time for the Shrine to spend money for humanity.

“I want to see this thing started. Let’s get rid of all the technical objections. And if there is a Shriner in North America,” he continued, “who objects to having paid the two dollars after he has seen the first crippled child helped, I will give him a check back for it myself.”

When he was through, Noble Adair sat down to thunderous applause. The whole tone of the session had changed. There were other speakers, but the decision had already been reached. The resolution was passed unanimously.

A committee was chosen to determine the site and personnel for the Shriners Hospital. After months of work, research and debate, the committee concluded that there should be not just one hospital but a network of hospitals throughout North America. It was an idea that appealed to Shriners, who liked to do things in a big and colorful way. When the committee brought the proposal to the 1921 Imperial Session in Des Moines, Iowa, it too was passed.

 

I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles

© 1919 by Jaan Kenbrovin & John William Kellette

I’m dreaming dreams,

I’m scheming schemes, I’m building castles high.

They’re born anew, their days are few.

Just like a sweet butterfly.

And as the daylight is dawning,

They come again in the morning!

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles in the air,

They fly so high,

Nearly reach the sky,

Then like my dreams

They fade and die.

Fortune’s always hiding,

I’ve looked everywhere,

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles in the air!

When shadows creep,

When I’m asleep,

To lands of hope I stray!

Then at daybreak,

When I awake,

My bluebird flutters away.

Happiness, you seem so near me,

Happiness, come forth and cheer me!

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles in the air,

They fly so high,

Nearly reach the sky;

Then like my dreams,

They fade and die.

Fortune’s always hiding,

I’ve looked everywhere,

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles in the air!