---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Gudmundsen, A. G.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 13
number: 11
published: 1910-09
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: "Gudmundsen, A. G., ““Climb”,” *Improvement Era* 13, no. 11 (September 1910): 1011–1013."
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera13011unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera13011unse
start_page: 1011
end_page: 1013
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1910-09)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera13011unse
  publication_year: 1910
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1910, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# “Climb”

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"Climb."
BY  A.    G.  GUDMUNDSEN.
Did  you  ever  sit  at  a  meal  of  good  and  wholesome  edibles  and
enjoy  to  the  full  extent  the  repast,  until,  by  unlucky  chance,  you
were  served  with  the  dessert  that,  because  of  either  poor  pastry,
cooking,  or  the  substance  contained,  bordered  upon  the  fetid?  If
you  have,  undoubtedly  your  meal  was  spoiled.  You  condemned  the
cook.  You  forgot  the  good  that  went  before,  for  in  the  things  of
life  we  are  apt  and  inclined  to  be  forgetful  of  the  good,  if  the  evil
but  casts  its  shadow.
Yet,  if  you  had  but  stopped  to  think  and  consider,  and  had
acted  promptly,  you  need  not  have  devoured  the  dessert — so
called — after  the  first  taste,  but  could  have  passed  it  by,  and
remembered  the  cook  as  a  good  one.  At  the  same  time, you  might
have  exercised  a  subtle  acumen  by  nudging  your  companion,
warning  him  of  the  dessert,  thereby  checking  a  possible  discom-
fort or  wrong  impression.
It  is  because  of  this  latter  desire  in  counteracting  a  wrong
impression  that  I  wish  to  "nudge"  my  reader  and  warn  him  of  the
"dessert,"  if  he  has  already  partaken  of  the  meal;  and  if  not,  to
invite  him  to  dine  with  me  by  meal  reading  the  article  in  the  May
Cosmopolitan,  entitled  "Felicity."
In  case  of  the  latter,  the  "nudge"  must  of  necessity  be  pre-
vious,but  in  good  form.  That  of  which  I  wish  to  speak  I  will  quote:
"There  is  always  room  on  top,''  exclaims  the  flippant  philosopher  of
today,  seeking  to  spur  us  on.  It  is  a  false  incentive.  'Twas  never
intended  that  we  should  all  be  climbers.
Stop!  Ponder  on  such  a  statement  that  we,  the  children  of
God,  were  not  intended  to  be  climbers;  that  we  should  be  destined
to  be  satisfied  with  what  we  are,  be  that  ever  so  low,  when  the
very  things  of  nature,  of  which  we  are  a  part,  urge  us  on  and  on
to  the  higher  and  better  plain.

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1012  IMPROVEMENT  ERA.
Height  has  but  one  dimension — that  leading  toward  perfec-
tion; but  height  is  not  confined  to  any  one  specific  profession,
occupation,  position  or  job;  it  is  a  property  of  all.  'Tis  true  we
are  not  all  intended,  or  rather  adapted,  for  the  same  thing.  It  is
good;  but,  look  you, has  not  progression  been  the  noticeable  factor
in  the  building  of  civilization?  Has  not  improvement  been  made
by  us  upon  the  work  of  our  progenitors  in  every  walk  of  life?  And,
by  the  same  rule,  can  we  deny  the  possible  or  probable  advance-
ment by  our  progeny?  As  surely  as  the  sun  will  rise  upon  the
morrow,  just  so  certain  can  we  presage  the  advancement  of  man-
kind, if  what  was  intended  shall  be.  Every  onward  and  upward
step  that  we  take,  and  those  to  follow,  as  did  the  stepping-stones
of  our  forefathers,  places  us  upon  a  higher  round  on  the  ladder  of
perfection.
The  rules  of  life  demand  that  a  man  shall  either  advance  or
retrograde;  for  in  the  stream  of  existence  no  man  can  stand  still.
But  the  current  is  never  so  swift  as  to  make  it  impossible  for  us  to
row  our  barge  up-stream,  if  we  but  will.
The  extent  of  our  progress  depends  upon  our  muscles  and  our
brain,  and  if  we  choose  to  cast  our  oars  aside  and  drift  down  the
stream,  past  the  sturdy  men  and  women  who  are  ever  pulling
onward,  with  might  born  of  knowledge,  heedless  of  their  cries,
"Danger  below!  '  we  are  sure  to  be  consumed  in  the  vortex  of  sin,
to  be  whirled  and  dashed  about,  then  swallowed  in  its  never-
ceasing  greed  for  idle  men,  realizing  too  late  that  we  were
expected  to  "climb,"  and  we  had  not  taken  advantage  of  this
knowledge,  or  complied  with  this  expectation.
To  remark  that  a  philosopher  is  "flippant,"'  who  encourages
all  classes  of  men  to  strive  for  the  top  of  their  profession,  is  to
have  that  remark  branded  as  recreant.
All  creeds  and  denominations  teach  that  there  is  room  on
top.  One  has  but  to  gaze  into  the  heavens  to  be  convinced  of  the
limitlessness  of  space  and  progress.
As  God  is,  so  can  man  become,  and  because  of  one  failure,  or
two  or  three,  we  should  not  throw  our  oars  overboard  and  say,
'  'Tis  useless,"  but  we  should  climb,  climb,  climb.    Confucius  said,
"Man's  glory  [alone]  is  not  in  never  falling,  but  in  rising  every
time  he  falls."      So  let  us  climb  and  be  climbers.      Let  us  try  it

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"CLIMB."  1013
again  and  be  "stickers,"  always  remembering  that  fame  is  not  per-
fection, nor  has  perfection  in  our  various  walks  of  life  a  visible
limit.
Felicity  is  for  the  ignorant  alone,  if  it  stops  progression.
True  happiness  and  bliss  can  only  be  attained  when  we  have  a
thorough  knowledge  that  we  are  "climbing."
Hbber.  Utah.
Success.
BY    FRANKLIN    H.    ROLAPP.
Success  is  the  result  of  applied  energy,  the  main  theme  of
ambition, and  the  joy  of  the  soul — an  oak  developed  from  an  acorn
of  courage.
Success  is  the  gossip  of  the  idler  and  the  reward  of  the
worker.  It  is  loved  and  desired  by  all,  though,  however,  feared
and  shunned  by  most;  a  beautiful  rose  on  a  stem  of  thorns  and
thistles,  acquired  by  careful  arts  and  the  overcoming  of  those
obstacles  which  lie  in  its  path.
Success  is  no  respecter  of  person,  though,  however,  only
attainable  when  welcomed,  you  will  find  it  very  delicate.  Be  sure
you  understand  it.  Remember  its  motto,  "An  eye  for  an  eye  and
a  tooth  for  a  tooth."     It  demands  a  square  deal.
Did  you  ever  hear  of  one's  idleness  being  rewarded  with  suc-
cess?    No.     Idleness  and  misery;  work  and  success.
"Where  there  is  a  will  there  is  away."  Assuming  that  you
have  the  will,  are  you  acquainted  with  the  way,  which  is  crowded
with  opposition  and  obstructed  with  difficulties?  An  essential;  for
without  the  battle  there  can  be  no  victory,  therefore  be  tactful
and  always  apply  your  best.  In  every  undertaking,  no  matter
h  »w  small  or  how  large,  be  master  of  the  situation.  Be  patient.
Rimember  Rome  wasn't  built  in  a  day.  It's  the  small  and  daily
acts  of  life  which  count,  not  the  grand-stand  plays.  Do  what  you
d)  not  merely  to  please,  and  never  to  displease,  but  because  you
know  it  to  be  right.
This  is  a  means  to  an  end,  for  if  you  love  your  work  you
will  have  success,  and  if  you  wish  success  you  will  have  to  work.
Leipzig,  Germany.
