Cosmopolitan Toastmasters

Somewhat Better Speaking, Listening, Thinking and Eating

                          A Porcine Club of Questionable Standing 

Here are testimonials from two long-time members

A Typical  Testimonial: When I joined Cosmopolitan Toastmasters Club several years ago, I was a pathetic loser. People thought I was a jerk.  I even joined the National Organization of Women so I could get a date.  They said I was a wretched pig.  I was such a lousy speaker, I couldn't lead a group in silient prayer.  Then my parole officer told me about Cosmo-land.  They were brutal, but honest about what a horrible communicator I was.  They told me I had to work like a "pig" to even achieve mediocrity.  I did what they told me, even with roadblocks like the ICTM (Incompetent Toastmasters) Council - which is in place to keep members from achieving their coveted CTM's.

I cut down on my swearing, I wrote intelligent speeches, I practiced, I showed up every time I was scheduled, I delivered with enthusiasm until I was not only accepted, but admired.  I worked on my manual assignments until I became a beloved CTM.  God Bless Cosmopolitan Toastmasters.

David Hackley, CTM

 

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A Typical Testimonial:  When I joined Cosmopolitan Toastmasters Club many, many years ago, I was a Corporate Big Shot at a local thermostat company.  I was on the fast track; I was popular, with oodles of self esteem.  I even had to fight the "ladies" off.  Then, someone suggested I join a Toastmasters Club.  I visited about 13 local clubs, when I accidentally stumbled into Cosmo-land.  It was the most auspicious Thursday of my life.  I thought they liked me; they let me join.  When I wrote interesting speeches, I was criticized, When I was grammarian, they laughed at me,  When I entered speech contests, I lost.  Nothing was handed to me.  I knew I had to work. They made me sit next to my stock broker who said my cigar stinks. They tried to humiliate me, but I never gave up. Losers would have quit.

 

I worked like a pig on my CTM, and never wavered.  I stood firm. Today, I am a respected Past President, a CTM...I am the Club Doyen...I am the Coral Committee Czar.  Lesser "swine" secretly look up to me. God Bless Cosmopolitan Toastmasters and founder Ralph. C. Smedley.

Dick "The Czar" Nyberg; CTM, ATM