Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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[ 14 j |THe Acorn AT THE SUMMIT OF THE SIERRA MADRE MOUNTAINS Picacho Grande, dotted here and there with sharply contrasting patches of glistening snow and clumps of dark brush, lay before us. It was scarcely higher than the surrounding peaks and was such a mod- est, round topped affair that the name Picacho {Peak) seemed very inappropriate. The grade was so easy for the last half mile that we galloped our ponies right to the summit; but, on reaching it, we stopped short and drew back aghast—we were high above everything and in front of us was a mist-filled chasm. It seemed that the highest breeze from behind might topple us head long into space. Across to the west, shrouded in a blue haze, was a black wall of mountain with a still blacker rent breaking its evenness. Soon the bright sun partly cleared the mist from below and we could make out, down, down, almost di- rectly under us, a winding thread of silver. By means of field-glasses, we saw that the tiny thread was a tumbling, surging river, leaping high cataracts here and racing down smooth rapids there, or spreading out in a wide quiet stream. On the banks, in little canyons, were clumps of tropical trees and we could easily imagine that rich fruits hung from the branches, and that gay colored birds hopped from limb to limb, making the valley echo with their wild cries. We thought of sunshine and warmth, but the dazzling sun only mocked us; the light breeze which began to blow caused us to button our over-coats tighter and to seek a protected nook where we lighted a roaring fire.

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| The Acorn 11 13] structor of Mathematics in the B. Y. Academy at Provo, where he re- mained until 1898. From 1900 to 1902 he did missionary work in the Southern States Mission, spending the first nine months in the South Alabama Confer- encc and the remainder of the time in the office at Chattanooga where he had charge of the correspondence of the mission. He is remembered in t.he South todav as the Mormon debator who did so much toward allaying the prejudice against the church throughout that section of the country. He was victorious in the encounter with Rev. Haynes, a Cambelite minister in Alabama and travelled eight hundred miles to defeat Rev. Lee Jackson before an immense audience in Mississippi. He became a member of the faculty of this institution in 1902 and has been one of its most energetic workers as well as one of its most loyal supporters since that time. During the first year, he suggested the possibility of a Lecture Course and was immediately made chairman of a committee of three to work out the details incident to the establishing of a permanent course in the institution. The committee has known no other chairman and the success of this great boon to students and the public generally, is due principally to his earnest efforts and his never failing faith in the judgment of the Weber County public. He has been a true friend and staunch supporter of Principal McKay, and probably no teacher has ever deserved and received more of the love and confidence of principal and students than has this great hearted man. In introducing him as the new Principal, Bro. McKay said, “The night was never too dark, the way too long or the task too great for Brother Me Kendrick, when it was for the good of the school. During the six years we have worked together, he has never once said no; more than that, he has never quibbled.” The future of such a man is easily predicted; by supporting he has earned the support of teachers and students, by being a true friend he has made a host of friends and his future must be a brilliant one. “A man he is to all of us most dear; So kind and thoughtful, sympathetic too, Our hearts respond his slightest word to hear, In him we recognize a leader true. O may the Father who doth bless us all Direct him always with the greatest care; And may the angels heed his slightest call, And answer promptly every earnest prayer.”

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The Acorn [ | 15 j THE BOX-ELDER SWING The ropes are decayed with a cover of moss, The swing-board is worm-eaten, dingy and cracked, And 1 gaze from a world full of evil and dross Where the box-elder swing seems to beckon me back; Back, back to my happy young boyhood once more To wander again where the meadow larks sing, Back, back to the old times and the pleasures of yore, To the primeval woods and the box-elder swing. I can hear its faint creak in the summer winds sigh As it longs for the sweet thirty summers ago, And the robin seems singing a faint lullaby As Time softly rocks the old swing to and fro. The brook babbles on in its journey to Fate But its echoes remain thro the woodlands to ring Fancy hears the same blue-bird respond to his mate That I heard when I played at the box-elder swing. The wild summer-roses are smiling again, The sweet little mary golds nod to the breeze;