Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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W)t itorn of tfje 32Hebtr tafee gcafcemp Kv’ry bright light has its contrast, ev'ry sunbeam has its shade. — Ivv'ry morning has its evening whence the twilight comes to fade; Life is brighter for the sunshine that succeeds the gloomy rain. — Pleasure finds a greater welcome as a healing balm to pain. Virtue is the Queen of Passion when she's face to face with Vice. — Thus the Will must come to action where Temptation must entice; Ivv'ry instinct has foundation, be it built on Love or Hate. But at times the Situation solves the problem just too late. So the man sweats 'neath his burden as he climbs the steep up-hill. And the selfish next-door neighbor puts her own share on the bill; Thus each kindly Reputation treads upon the jealous snake. But that climb toward Salvation is for God and Friendship’s sake. All the world talks up your Friendship where you stand around to hear. But the greatest Generosity must bear the backward sneer. Bv’ry neighbor knows your mission and can laud the Good Advice. While he pay his own tuition on the next-door neighbor's price. Thus does Gossip play the Judas in the broad cloak of Deceit, While Humility, oft stranded, travels barefoot down the street: Let the Gay-boy” mock the victim with the graceless, backward slurs. — Class them shades of utter darkness as with ev’ry his or her’s. Should you wish to gain an object, work to-day and gain it now ; Don't let some benighted hypocrite come up and tell you how. Don’t let some cheap parrot tell you What to do” and How you Can. If you live for Independence, be an Independent man. —Walter Emmett ill

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ft JUcorit of tfje (HHeber tafee Scabemp gour ©ton If your neighbor keeps his fortune on the off-side of the fence. Do your silent dreams of envy to help lighten your expense ? Does the rattle of his sheckels sound as music to your ears? Let the jingle pass unheeded. — 'tis the fool that interferes. He has doubtless many mimics who can loudly sing his praise; Don’t let such attract your notice, spend your favor where it pays. He has aid at every elbow and perhaps can’t see you now; — Does the Law ask you to greet him with a hundred-dollar bow? Don’t give way to grief and sorrow if a comrade turns you down: Any next-door smile is apt to be Tomorrow’s broadest frown. Don’t lay plans for any future on a politician’s grasp Let him charm some other song-bird if he wants to play the asp. Yes. the rose today is handsome but its beauty fades and wilts: Baby’s everybody’s angel while he wears the infant’s kilts Tom, we know, is fit to worship in the light lie stands today. But tomorrow finds you wond’ring why your thoughts have been astray. Can you deem a man a scoundrel for his side-step of Mistrust? Can you scorn a man, once cheerful, for his actions of disgust? Since Experience has taught him what is hot and what is cool. If he burned his hand last season, must he always play the fool? You may have a loved confidant as a link in Friendship's chain : Should he prove himself a traitor, will you trust that link again ? Yea. ’tis hard to lose a comrade but let such loss be a guide ; — Chance Association tells you with whom you had best confide.

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£fje gcorn of tfje fleeter g tafee gcatontp life's iHotto I say, old man. at the end of the race. Would you mind stoppin' a minute or two. An lookin’ a feller square in the face An’ answering’ a question straight an' true? You've climbed an' climbed 'til you’ve reached the top. An’ soon you’ll cross to the other side; An’ that’s the reason I want you to stay. An’ give me some truth I may use as my guide. I’ll try to remember just what you say. If you tell me the thing I want most to know: What course in life is the best to pay— What's best to do for both high and low? What’s the easiest for one to win out In this race of life we’re all runnin’ in— For the man that has brains and the man that’s without. For we’ve all made a start, an’ we’re all in to win.” The old man looked down on the shaggy youth Standing there at the foot of life’s hill; Then he lifted his eyes to the source of all truth. And sought from this fountain, the boy’s soul to fill. When he spoke, there were tears in his eyes of blue. And his white head was bowed on a throbbing breast. There’s no easy way for them or for you: Only in Christ will you find true rest. But there's one truth I value above them all; It has been my light and ’twill guide you through; ’Twill help when success comes, 'twill help when you fall. ’Tis this: To thine innermost self be true.” Slowly and sadly the boy turned away. But the look in his eye was not one of despair; His heart was aflame with a light that would stay. His soul was awake as he breathed his first prayer. -J. I. M