Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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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

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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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Cfje Scorn of tfje 2ftleber £ tabe Scabemp tnti Sftsf We cannot tell what effect the little things we do every day will have upon those with wnom we come in contact. This truth was impressed very forcibly upon my mind many years ago when I heard one of the old men of our town relate the following incident: “In the summer of fifty seven, while making one of my trips between Salt Lake City and Carson City, Nevada, I happened to meet an old Indian and his four grown sons at a place called Resting Springs in the Great American Desert. They had evidently come to the springs for a supply of water, as near by stood their horses loaded with two five gallon barrels each. The old Indian and his boys seemed inclined to be friends with us and so we treated them as kind as we could. During the short stay of the Indians, (for they soon left after we got there) I gave the old Indian a plug of tobacco, for which he seemed to be very grateful.” “About three months later I had to make this trip again, but some way, unaccountable to me, I got off the road, or rather the trail which is indicated on the government map as the best and safest route to California. I wandered about for three whole days. Just after sundown on the third day I rounded the point of a mountain, along which I had been traveling since morning. Right there, beside a little spring, I happened to meet the same old Indian and his four grown sons whom I had met on my former trip. When the Indian saw me, he ran up to me and asked as well as he could, how in the world I had ever reached that spot, for he said that his whole tribe had lately gone on the war path and a strict look out was kept for any white men who might pass.” “I then told him that I was lost, and had been for the past three days. As I noticed that these five Indians were alone in their sequestered dwelling, I asked where the other members of the tribe were. I was told that they were about 10 miles south of there in a very narrow gorge, called Cedar Canyon, [13