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AT the beginning of another year, the General Board of Rehef Society

send love and greetings to their beloved sisters the world over. Although we are not able to be with you in person, our thoughts, best wishes, and prayers are with you.

As we pause to reflect upon the events of the past year, our hearts swell with gratitude and appreciation to our Maker for the gospel, for life, for family, for friends, and for the opportunity of actively participating in the great work of the Relief Society organization.

Activity in Relief Society brings joy and satisfaction which can be gained in no other way. It is the hope that many blessings and oppor- tunities may come to those who continue in this gratifying work.

Nothing can now be added to the old year, but what of the New Year? How satisfying it is to have a new beginning— a new year— another day in which to start afresh. At this new beginning may we be determined to serve more fully, love more generously, and live more righteously- to merit the blessings of this life which are subordinate to those blessings of exaltation of the life to come. May we give to Relief Society our loyalty and a full measure of devotion in order that the Relief Society organiza- tion, as well as its individual members, may be the beneficiaries of the blessings of our Heavenly Father.

May the year 1958 bring great joy and happiness into the lives of Relief Society members, and may their abiding testimonies of the divinity of Jesus Christ grow and become strengthened as they work unceasingly for the upbuilding of his kingdom here upon the earth— a living, driving con- viction that Jesus is the Redeemer of the world, and that he gave his life for the salvation of mankind that we may have eternal life. This is our most priceless possession. 'Tor God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life" (John 3:16).


The Cover: Summer Sunset, Nagelungcn Lake, Near Stockholm, Sweden

Photograpli by Ebcn J. Blomquist, Jr.

Submitted by Ethel E. Blomquist Frontispiece: Winter in the Wasatch Mountains, Utah

Photograph by Hal Rumel Cover Design by Evan Jensen

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The beautiful "Thanksgiving Song" by Margery S. Stewart in the November issue of the Magazine stirred my very soul. It is like a beautiful, unselfish prayer. We too seldom think to give thanks for our doc- tors, nurses, teachers, and others who give so much service to the world. I should also like to comment on the article "Moth- er Had Seven Girls" in the June 1957 issue of the Magazine. My mother also had seven girls, and we had practically the same experiences as those related by Sister Jennie B. Rawlins. Six of us still remain, and our lives and homes have been made richer and fuller by having such wonder- ful material and religious training in our pioneer home.

Mrs. Aletha Lowe Hardy

Franklin, Idaho

They say that everything comes to those who wait, and sometimes you can get it a little quicker if you go after it. Well, for years I've been after the things re- quired for netting, and I didn't even get to first base. Now, I open my Magazine and find just what I want ("Netting To- day," by Olive W. Burt, November 1957, page 750). I am very happy that the equipment and instructions are available. Lenora McAdam

Vancouver, B. C. Canada

A few years ago I was on my mission in the Central Atlantic States. The Relief Society of the ward sent me a subscription, as they do all missionaries from this area. Then and there I became fully aware that the Lord was inspiring somebody to fill the pages of that Magazine with the best literature available. I studied the theology section each month and used the lessons with our investigators with the best of success. I can truthfully say that the Magazine was one of the most valuable sources of information I had to use on my mission. . . . Now I am married and ha\e a family. I remember the Magazine in the home of my grandmother, my mother, and other relatives. Now it is in our home. We would feel lost without it. —Dr. Robert G. Tallcy

La Crescenta, California


For the past few months I have been receiving copies of The KoiiQi Society Magazine, but I have not any idea at all who is sending them, but I have spent many evenings reading the interesting articles. I am a member of the South London Branch, and although I am not a member of Relief Society, I am very inter- ested in the work and enjoy learning about the activities. The article I enjoyed most in the September issue was "A Temple Rises in New Zealand," by Wealtha S. Mendenhall. I am very interested in ge- ography, so any article about a foreign country has me enthralled! A temple is also rising in England, here at Newchapel, and it will be really wonderful for us all when it is finished. After reading about Relief Society work, I have reassured my- self that I will become a member when I am older, as I am only fifteen years old, and all my time is filled up with school work at the moment.

Margaret Scrivener

Putney, London England

Each month in the Central American Mission, twenty-one Relief Society organ- izations, with a membership of 300, re- ceive the Magazine. The sisters are grate- ful to the general board of Relief Society and others for the gift subscriptions. Their native language is Spanish. Only a few read Enghsh. However, from the pictures, frontispieces, covers, Notes From the Field, hobbies, etc., they get an in- sight into Relief Society activities. They see other Singing Mothers wearing the uniform dark skirt and white blouse; other sisters making quilts, doilies, and rugs. The picture of my mother, Mrs. Ella J. Cotter, in the August issue, with her lovely quilts, pleased them, of course. They noted the fluff iness of the quilts and the radiance of her smile, telling them that life is full at eighty-fi\e years, if we employ our minds and hands to create. The Maga- zine truly makes for world sisterhood in our Church.

Gladys K. Wagner


Central American Mission

Relief Society

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Monthly Publication of the Relief Society of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints


Belle S. Spafford President

Marianne C. Sharp First Counselor

Helen W. Anderson ----- Second Counselor

Hulda Parker - Secretary-Treasurer

Anna B Hart Evon W. Peterson Mildred B. Eyring Elna P. Haymond

Edith S. Elliott Louise W. Madsen Gladys S. Boyer Annie M. Ellsworth

Florence J. Madsen Aleine M. Young Charlotte A. Larsen Mary R. Young

Leone G. Layton Josie B. Bay Edith P. Backman Mary V. Cameron

Blanche B. Stoddard Christine H. Robinson Winniefred S. Aiton W. Hunt

Alberta H. Christensen Manwaring Wealtha S. Mendenhall


Editor .____------- Marianne C. Sharp

Associate Editor Vesta P. Crawford

General Manager - - - . - Belle S. Spafford

VOL 45 JANUARY 1958 NO. 1


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A New Year's Greeting 1

Women, Wonderful Women! Spencer W. Kimball 4

Award Winners Eliza R. Snow Poem Contest 9

Pray Without Ceasing— First Prize Poem Helen Candland Stark 10

Song of the Weathervanes Second Prize Poem Lael W. Hill 12

The Lumined Rod— Third Prize Poem Alice Morrey Bailey 14

Award Winners Annual Relief Society Short Story Contest 15

The Day We All Went to Rainbow Springs— First Prize Story Deone R. Sutherland 16

The Swedish Mission Preston R. Nibley 22

A Fireside Chat on a Burning Question! 35

The March of Dimes for 1958 Basil O'Connor 29

Biographical Sketches of Contest Winners 37

Three-Part Songs for Relief Society Singing Mothers Florence J. Madsen 44

FICTION Elizabeth's Children— Chapter 1 Olive W. Burt 24


From Near and Far 2

Sixty Years Ago 30

Woman's Sphere Ramona W. Cannon 31

Editorial: The Value of Time Vesta P. Crawford 32

Notes to the Field 34

Notes From the Field: Relief Society Activities Hulda Parker 45

Regulations Governing the Submittal of Material for "Notes From the Field" 47

Birthday Congratulations 72


It's a New Year Helen S. Williams 21

Recipes From Sweden Ruth T. Oscarson 38

Mercy Waters Peay Writes and Memorizes Poetry 41

Potato Starch Making Alice R. Rich 42


Theology: The Three Special Book of Mormon Witnesses Roy W. Doxey 49

Visiting Teacher Messages: "Look Unto Me in Every Thought; Doubt Not,

Fear Not" Christine H. Robinson 55

Work Meeting: Savings and Added Happiness William F. Edwards 56

Literature: Macbeth. Villain or Hero? Briant S. Jacobs 58

Social Science: Love A Basic Ingredient John Farr Larson 65


Perfect Prelude Mabel Law Atkinson 8

White With Silence Christie Lund Coles 21

Two Visitors Hazel M. Thomson 33

There Is a Winter Now Helen H. Winn 36

Poem for January Pansye H. Powell 40

Winter Evelyn Fields ted 41

Old Organ Ida Elaine James 43


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Women, Wonderful Women!

Elder Spencer W. Kimball Of the Council of the Twelve

SINCE the restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ in the last century and the hght of truth has pervaded the earth, par- ticularly the country in which the Restoration took place, there has been fabulous progress in material things. We have come from the horse plow to the great tractor driv- en batteries of plows. From the tallow candle to the electric light; from the sickle and cradle to the harvesting machines; from the ox team to the car, the bus, the train, and the plane; from the almost prim- itive sail ships to the ponderous ocean liners; from the pony express to air mail, telephone, telegraph, cable, and radio the world around.

Great strides in facilities have come to women, bringing ease, time, comforts, and conveniences. From the four-wall house has come the many-room mansion enjoyed by the majority of people; from the metal wash tub to the porcelain and tile tub and shower baths, often two or more to the home; from the iron stove for wood or coal to the gas and electric ranges, and the central heating controlled from a single switch; from the broom to the vac- uum; from the pantry to the refrig- erator, deep freeze, and the storage room; from the washtub to the pow- er machine cleaner, and from the sadiron to the laundry, or to the dryers, mangles, and other efficient ironers; from the garden and farm to the neighborhood shopping cen-

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ter where everything from a needle to a threshing machine can be had in proper packages in limitless va- riety.

The modern housewife has the dishwasher, the disposal, the tele- phone, delivery service, garbage col- lection, sprinkling systems. She usually has a car of her own or a car available to her, and a radio in her kitchen while she does her re- duced duties, and a television set in her living room to watch as she has leisure. Today's women, espec- ially in the United States and some other countries, have ease, comfort, leisure, conveniences, and time, such as no other women in history have had.

What has she done with her new- found liberties and freedoms and opportunities and time? Has she perfected her own life? Is she more dutiful and faithful to her reduced home duties than was her great- grandmother with her multiplicity of arduous ones? Is today's woman a better wife to her husband? Is the modern electrically driven home of today a happier haven of refuge than the four walls of the last centuries? Is she today a better, more congen- ial neighbor than yesterday's wom- an? Does she have more children now that she has more time, better facilities, and more help? Does she train her children better than her ancestors did? Does she herself have more faith and piety than the women of old? And does she better


instill into her children the faith which will make gods of them?

T am thinking of the blessed moth- ers who accepted the gospel un- der the voice and pleadings of those great missionaries, the sons of Mo- siah two millenia ago. These wom- en loved their children next to the Lord; they would sacrifice everything for the kingdom and for their off- spring; they were w^omen who re- mained home and taught their chil- dren righteousness and were willing to forego the society affairs and the spectacular events; women who gave themselves to their homes and families. In spite of the crudeness of their facilities, the household drudgery and farm service, they bore and reared their families in a man- ner which is seldom found today.

Is it possible in all the history of the world down to this current year, that there ever was a group of wives and mothers so diligent in their training, so powerful in example, so efficient in instilling into their sons an unswerving faith in God? There could never be such a spontaneous universal development without or- ganization and a spearheading move- ment. The Church of God through its Priesthood and Auxiliaries gave that leadership. These sisters must have been organized to teach each other and to build faith and to study the gospel and to build an in- dividual testimony toward a plateau of mass faith which would be so necessary. Certain it is that they acted in unison. They with their husbands buried their weapons of war; they took the same oaths; they taught their sons the same doctrines. They repented of their evils, and their war killings and vowed they

would never again take the life of even an enemy and even in war. Their determination was fixed. When enemies came upon them they would ''suffer death in the most aggravating and distressing manner . . . before they would take the sword or cimeter to smite them" (Alma 27:29). They prostrated themselves before their enemies, praising God the while. ''And there was not a wicked man slain among them" (Alma 24:27). These were the kind of people who produced the kind of sons who had such un- wavering faith that the enemies' darts were powerless to kill them.

And now, years later, two thou- sand of their sons enlist to fight the battles of their oath-bound parents. These young men fought in many battles, hard-fought battles, bloody, disastrous battles, and not one son lost his life! Has anything so mirac- ulous ever happened before or since? All around them were their allies falling, dying by the sword and other weapons; all around them swords were slashing, spears were flying, yet not one of them to die. "As many as were able to take up arms" came into this special little army. Not just the few screened, top-flight, spiritually faithful came. It was all the young men physically fit and of sufficient age and co-ordi- nated strength. "And they were all young men" (Alma 53:20). These were of the age when usually there is a beginning of skepticism, the natural physical urges and demands which often pull young men away from spiritual hitching posts, but "they were exceedingly valiant for courage, and also for strength and activity; but behold this was not all —they were men who were true at


all times in whatsoever thing they were entrusted. Yea, they were men of truth and soberness, for they had been taught to keep the command- ments of God and to walk uprightly before him" (Alma 53:20-21). (Ital- ics the author's.)

ILJERE were two thousand stripling soldiers whom the great com- mander Helaman called his "two thousand sons, (for they are worthy to be called sons . . .)." The gen- eral tells how happy the beleaguered and worn-down regular army was when they saw coming to them as reinforcements ''those sons of mine.'' Hope and joy were stimulated in the army which had been near de- spair. Apparently, the honor and integrity and valor of the 2,000 youngsters had already gone before them. The very strength of this new addition to the army frightened out the Lamanite enemy so that there was no battle for some time, allowing space to concentrate gains and to further fortify.

Now came reinforcements in men and also in food and provisions to sustain the Nephite army, this food being provided by the Ammonites, the parents of these unusual boys. ''An army fights on its stomach/' someone has said, and the food from Ammonite converts was in the nick of time. The small army of "my httle sons" now was used in strata- gem—a most hazardous adventure, wherein the powerful army of the Lamanites was induced to follow a retreating small army of boys. These youth could have all been massacred. After more than two days retreat, with the great enemy on their heels, Helaman had asked them if they should turn and meet the Lamanite

army of vastly superior numbers. Helaman said:

Never had I seen so great courage, nay, not amongst all the Nephites. For as I had ever called them my sons (for they were all of them very young) even so they said unto me: Father, behold our God is with us, and he will not suffer that we should fall; then let us go forth; we would not slay our brethren if they would let us alone; therefore let us go, lest they should overpower the army of Antipus. Now, they never had fought, yet they did not fear death . . . and . . . they HAD BEEN TAUGHT BY THEIR MOTHERS, THAT IF THEY DID NOT DOUBT, GOD WOULD DELIVER THEM. And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: WE DO NOT DOUBT OUR MOTHERS KNEW IT (Alma 56:46-48). (Gapitalization the author's.)

The Nephite army of Antipus, deprived of their commander, and other leaders who had fallen, was about to give way when the inspired youth turned on their pursuers and closed them in a natural vise. The battle, which was almost surely con- ceded for the huge Lamanite army, now became a Nephite victory.

Fond and proud Helaman now took inventory. His little sons had been in the fierce heat of the battle where blood flowed freely and death stalked the battlefield. The faith of their great leader hardly measured up to that of the boys for he feared, ''lest there were many of them slain," but to his great joy "NOT ONE SOUL OF THEM HAD FALLEN TO THE EARTH; YEA, AND THEY HAD FOUGHT AS IF WITH THE STRENGTH OF GOD; yea, never were men known to have fought with such miraculous strength; and with such mighty power . . ." (Alma 56:56). (Capital- ization the author's.) "My stripling Ammonites/' the great leader re-


peated over and over as he delighted in their safety, the results of their goodness and their faith.

A ND now sixty more of the young men joined the stripling sons and Commander Helaman contin- ued his praise. As the rest of the army was about to gi\c way before the enemy, the ''SONS" were firm and undaunted.

. . . they did obey and observe to per- form c\ery ^^■ord of command with exact- ness; yea, and even according to their faith it was done unto them; and I did remem- ber the words they said unto me THAT THEIR MOTHERS HAD TAUGHT THEM (Alma 57:21). (Capitalization the author's.)

. . . they are young, and their minds are firm, and they do put their trust in God continually [Ihid., 27).

Why did these stripling Ammon- ite boys act as one with such un- paralleled faith? Why could these youngsters face a great, trained, well-equipped army of enemy troops? Why did these 2,060 lads march without fear or worry? (Sixty more had joined them.) ''We do not doubt our mothers knew it," they said, and they knew that God would deliyer them if they were faithful and they knew they had been obedient. One thousand of their allies lay dead on the battle- field, 2,060 of the army boys had re- ceiyed wounds, 200 of them had been hurt enough that they fainted for loss of blood, but, true to the promise of their mothers, not one had died in the skirmishes.

Do 2,060 lads automatically de- velop this superior faith? Has there eyer been in all history a total large group of young men so spiritual? Surely, in eyery age there haye been

individual young men who stood above the crowd, who acted like men, who would give their all for a cause, but was there ever a total group of all who were able to take up arms, who were so trusting in God? In our two great world wars we had numerous individual young men who were clean, diligent, pious, and consecrated, but we also had those who did not uphold the stand- ards of the gospel. Today, in the military and in our colleges and in industry and business, we have noble individual youth certainly equal to the sons of Helaman, but in few, if any, communities do we find "all who are able to bear arms" in that category.

Do sons grow strong spontaneous- ly? Do youth become spiritual and remain clean and virtuous without training? Could it be that there are many careless, unclean, irreli- gious youth today because mothers fail to train? The stripling sons of the former dark-skinned Lamanites were superior because "... they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them" (Alma 56:47). This teaching is not a single sermon but a lifetime of example and precept. Here were mothers who loved their sons more than themselves, more than clothes, or entertainment, or social life, or business life, or lux- uries. Here were women who gave themselves to their families— time, energy, effort, mind, and soul. Then came the dividends: a whole com- munity of righteous, noble sons to sire generations of people so full of goodness and faith that it was to carry over through centuries. It is highly possible that some of the Nephitc disciples may have been


the sons or grandsons of these per- their hves in their famihes, using the

fectly trained youth. Quite hkely Church, the gospel to the fullest

that their descendants were among extent in that training?

the faithful who crowded around the it is hardly likely either that the

temple and heard the voice of community of mothers of 2,060 sons

Elohim and saw the Christ and felt would act spontaneously to accom-

the wounds in the body of the piish such a feat. There must have

Atoning Sacrifice. been Priesthood and Auxiliaries.

AND the thought continues to There must have been preaching

^ ring over and over: What would ^^^d exhorting meetings. There must

be the condition in our communi- have been classwork with lessons

ties of youths if the modern moth- given, and activities where truths

ers, with their freedom from house- were taught and standards set up.

hold drudgery, wealth of facilities. No mothers can hope to do for their

increased time, and greater training, children alone what they can do for

were to concentrate upon the train- them with the vehicles which the

ing of their children; if they were Church gives to them,

to come home from the factory and If women are less successful in

the office and the schoolroom in their prime and most important

those years when children are in the calling than their sisters of two

home; if they were to reduce their thousand years ago, is it not a dif-

social obligations, their entertain- ference only in devotion, consecra-

ment, and selfish diversions; if they tion, determination, sacrifice, un-

were to dedicate the major part of selfishness, understanding, and pa-

their time and energies and powers tience?

to the creation of a small heaven in God bless the women, the won-

their home, total co-operation with derful women of every time and age

their husbands, and a limitless de- and place, who establish first in

votion, teaching, training, leading, their lives their Lord, his work, and

developing their children; investing their families.


[Perfect LPreluae

Mabel Law Atkinson

I never knew the mellowed years could hold A sweeter rapture than the hours of youth; That every shadow would be fringed with gold, And meditative leisure crowned with truth. I always knew that ripened fruit must fall And amber grain be gathered in the sheaf, But never dreamed the harvest best of all; That gentle, quiet days could be too brief. For beauty lingers on the twilight trail; Companions journey, hand in hand, their eyes Seeing the light ahead that does not fail, Illume the opening gates to paradise. I never knew the mellowed years could be The perfect prelude to eternity.

Jriward vi/inners

ibliza LK. Snow iPoern (contest

n^HE Relief Soeiety general board is pleased to announee the names of the three winners in the 1957 Eliza R. Snow Poem Contest. This eontest was announced in the May 1957 ^^^^^^ ^^ ^^^^ Relief So- ciety Magazine, and closed August


The first prize of twenty-five dol- lars is awarded to Helen Candland Stark, Wilmington, Delaware, for her poem 'Tray Without Ceasing/' The second prize of twenty dollars is awarded to Lael W. Hill, Salt Lake City, Utah, for her poem ''Song of the Weathervanes." The third prize of fifteen dollars is awarded to Alice Morrey Bailey, Salt Lake City, for her poem "The Lumined Rod."

This poem contest has been con- ducted annually by the Relief So- ciety general board since 1924 in honor of Eliza R. Snow, second gen- eral president of Relief Society, a gifted poet and beloved leader.

The contest is open to all Latter- day Saint women, and is designed to encourage poetry writing, and to increase appreciation for creative writing and the beauty and value of poetry.

Prize-winning poems are the prop- erty of the Relief Society general board, and may not be used for pub- lication by others except upon writ- ten permission of the general board.

The general board also reserves the right to publish any of the poems submitted, paying for them at the time of publication at the regular Magazine rate. A writer who has received the first prize for two con- secutive years must wait two years before she is again eligible to enter the contest.

Mrs. Stark appears for the second time as an award winner in the Eliza R. Snow Poem Contest; Mrs. Hill is a first-time winner; and 1957 marks the fourth time that Mrs. Bailey has placed in the contest.

There were 140 poems submitted in this year's contest. Entries were received from twenty states, with the largest number coming, in order, from Utah, California, Oregon, and Idaho. Entries were received also from Canada, Hawaii, Africa, Eng- land, and Australia.

The general board congratulates the prize winners and expresses ap- preciation to all entrants for their interest in the contest. The gen- eral board wishes, also, to thank the judges for their care and diligence in selecting the prize-winning poems. The services of the poetry commit- tee of the general board are very much appreciated.

The prize-winning poems, togeth- er with photographs and biograph- ical sketches of the prize-winning contestants, are published in this issue of the Magazine.

Biographical sketches of Helen Candland Stark, Lael Woolsey Hill, and Alice Mor- rey Bailey appear on page 37.

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iiimng u^oems

ibliza LK. Snow LPoeni (^ontest


First Prize Poem

Lrray vi/ithout (^easing

Helen Candhnd Stark


How shall I make myself one with this time? Let go, let go, even your scarlet treasure, Maple despoiled. Knee deep in gold, I measure Leaves' profusion— know they melt to lymn With amber dust the fern's first leaf in spring. In the cone's cup the blood-root makes its bed. The bare fingers of birch so whitely dead. Point to the pulse of each transmuted thing.

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Now I am drunk with color, now at last Submerged in peace. I turn for one more look To hope the floating oak leaf on the brook Returns, swirls into consciousness, to cast In some dark hour its secret on my shore. Oh, baby hemlock trees, be spirit's store.


What can I give you but a well of grief From which my body dips this cup of tears. Let winter pluck the autumn-shadowed leaf: Here was a fruit tree in the bloom of years; Here was a tree for nourishing the young; Here was a tree that cast a grateful shade; Here was my own, my precious tree among All other trees. What reason can be made?

So do I pour my tears on barren earth. The roots are severed and the branches fade. I pour my tears? Oh, what is my grief worth? It cannot make what has been now unmade. But if I give my love, can your soul know And answer somehow, 'Tes, I live. I grow"?


Use me, O Lord, for I am yours to use: I am your grass, your cloud, your wandering wind. Blot out the sin, unyieldingly I sinned. When, as the grass I would be wet with dews; When, as the cloud, I would sail white and free; When, as the wind, I would not brook your hand Lest fettered, I should find an iron band Locked to your purposeful eternity.

Where is the cloud after the rain has dropped?

Where is the grass after the scythe has cut?

Safe in the hand the winnowing wind will shut

The wheat, and then its threshing voice be stopped.

Use me at last. The field belongs to you.

Here are my hands. Lord, yours are riven through.

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Second Prize Poem

Song of the vl/eathervanes

Lad W. Hill

The Old World steeples point their vanes High above hamlet, field, and town- Does the wind blow fair . . . does the wind blow rains? And the iron cocks look down.

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The winds blow east, or the winds blow west, The plows begin and the seed is flung, And the storks find each old chimney-nest .... The cocks turn; time is young.

The elms are green and the wild rose blooms And a woodthrush melts the morning air; The good wives shake out all their rooms. . . . The cocks turn; summer's theie.

Beyond the towns, fields ripple gold, The sickles glint and the windmills clack. Men finger grain and measure bold. . . . The cocks turn foith and hack.

The Old World winds blow north, blow south, Storehouses fill and the leaves let go; The young in love put mouth to mouth. . . . The cocks wear conihs of snow.

The roofs are tile or the roofs are slate And the walls are friendly-built and warm; The iron cocks turn soon and late- Does the wmd hlow fair or stoim?

The Old World steeples rise through years Where hamlet, field, and town are kinned. . . . And hlows now laughter, hope, oi tears, The cocks turn, with the wind.

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cJhe JLuminea LKoa

Alice Money Bailey

Too long we likened faith to candle strength, Whose fickle flame will not outlast a breath, A flick of light to end the stern day's length, A guttering taper at the gates of death.

Faith is the blaze within a Van Gogh's breast. The flash of vision planted with each seed, The fire beneath a fervent prayer's request, Which moves the force of heaven with its need.

And faith, with work, can be a furnace blast, A welder's torch where works of man arise. The fiery pen dipped in the molten cast, Which writes his burning message on the skies.

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And faith, with love, can be the lumined rod To lead men to the shining face of God.

tytward vi/inners

Annual [Kelief Society^ Snort Story (contest

npHE Relief Society general board is pleased to announce the award winners in the Annual Relief Society Short Story Contest, which was announced in the May 1957 issue of the Magazine, and which closed August 15, 1957.

The first prize of fifty dollars is awarded to Deone R. Sutherland, Oakland, California, for her story "The Day We Ah Went to Rain- bow Springs." The second prize of forty dollars is awarded to Mabel Law Atkinson, Dayton, Idaho, for her story ''Fifty Singing Aprils/' The third prize of thirty dollars is awarded to Edna H. Day, Idaho Falls, Idaho, for her story 'The Wee Pine Knot."

All of these women are first-time winners in the Annual Relief So- ciety Short Story Contest. Mrs. Sutherland and Mrs. Atkinson have been represented in The Reliei So- ciety Magazine by numerous con- tributions, and Mrs. Day is the author of the article "A Nursery Will Be Maintained," which ap- peared in the June 1957 issue of the Magazine.

The Annual Relief Society Short Story Contest was first conducted by the Relief Society general board in 1941, as a feature of the Relief So- ciety centennial observance, and was made an annual contest in 1942. The contest is open only to Latter- day Saint women who have had at least one literary composition pub- lished or accepted for publication in a periodical of recognized merit.

The three prize-winning stories

A biographical sketch of Deone R. Su

will be published consecutively in the first three issues of The ReUcf Society Magazine for 1958. Forty- eight stories were entered in the contest for 1957.

The contest was initiated to en- courage Latter-day Saint women to express themselves in the field of fiction. The general board feels that the response to this opportunity continues to increase the literary quality of The ReUef Society Maga- zine, and will aid the women of the Church in the development of their gifts in creative writing.

Prize-winning stories are the prop- erty of the Relief Society general board, and may not be used for publication by others except on written permission from the general board. The general board also re- serves the right to publish any of the stories submitted, paying for them at the time of publication at the regular Magazine rate.

A writer who has received the first prize for two consecutive years must wait for two years before she is again eligible to enter the con- test.

The general board congratulates the prize-winning contestants, and expresses appreciation to all those who submitted stories. Sincere grati- tude is extended to the judges for their discernment and skill in select- ing the prize-winning stories. The general board also acknowledges, with appreciation, the work of the short story committee in supervising the contest.

therland appears on page 37.

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Jrinnual uielief Society Snort Story (contest

The Day We All Went to Rainbow Springs

Deone R. Sutherland


Y brothers Winslow and Charles sat out in back of the carriage house making small explosions by mixing sodium bicarbonate with acetic acid. Papa said it wouldn't be long before they would be bright enough to blow us all off the face of the earth. Mrs. Cherry who was new (Mama was always getting new hired girls to help, because the old ones would get married or quit because of all the work six boys and one girl made) said she thought Winslow and Charles would end up just one big grease spot.

It was a very dull, hot summer day for me. I sat and watched the ants crawl up and down in their holes. I almost wished Papa 'would come home and assign me a job. Usually Arthur or Teddy was around to play with, but they had been put to bed right after they had fallen off the barn. Russell had gone with Papa to buy a new pane of glass to replace the one in the top of the front door. Papa was teaching Rus- sell to be responsible, and since he had thrown the discus higher than good judgment would indicate (it had come straight through the win- dow in the door, making Mrs. Cher- ry call out, "It's the last days for sure!"), Papa was spending Russell's money for the glass and allowing

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him to do all the work replacing it. Papa just went along to be sure the job was done right. That left only Lenora, and since she was the old- est, she never played with us any- more, especially since Edgar Jackson kept coming evenings and Sunday afternoons to our house more and more.

All of us boys really liked Edgar Jackson, only we couldn't see why he wanted to come see Lenora. We thought he had better sense than the other fellows, but he was as silly over her as any of them, we had to



admit. We thought Edgar was special, because he and his father had been the first ones in town to buy an automobile. There are oth- ers now, but none had as many extra things as the Jacksons had bought for their Oldsmobile. Edgar had bought fenders, a front bumper, and a top and a windshield and installed them all himself. Naturally, we thought he was pretty smart, espec- ially Winslow and Charles who were older and knew about such things. Papa said the automobile would never prove practical.. Besides, the way it seared the livestock and the women and children, it was probably just another vulgar machination of the devil.

''Alexander, the chickens are in your Mama's garden!"

I almost fell off the porch when Mrs. Cherry yelled like that so close behind me. I trotted over to the garden, and sure enough, there were Papa's prize Black Minorca roosters that Papa had bought for breeding purposes. He had only been able to afford a pair, and I could imagine his remarks if he had heard Mrs. Cherry's disrespectful way of refer- ring to them as ''chickens."

It took me quite awhile to get them out of the garden so as not to ruffle their feathers too much. They were most aggravating about Mama's garden. Mrs. Cherry had shouted steadily at them since she had start- ed working for us, and Mama came out and shooed ineffectually with her apron, but the roosters had minds of their own. The two hens were better behaved. I finally got the better of the