---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Frost, Grace Ingles
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 21
number: 9
published: 1918-07
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Frost, Grace Ingles, "Why Should I Sing?," *Improvement Era* 21, no. 9 (July 1918): 758.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2109unse
  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: improvementera2109unse
start_page: 758
end_page: 758
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1918-07)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2109unse
  publication_year: 1918
  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 1918, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Why Should I Sing?

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760                   IMPROVEMENT ERA

poring over their books, "digging" after stores of knowledge.
I realized that the Lord made no mistake when he placed out
of easy, immediate reach all things, whether of material or intellectual or spiritual value but ordained that these things must
                           ;

be searched for, must be persistently and diligently and intelligently dug for, and sometimes fought for; and I realized also
that in the end the non-material "values" obtained came as much
from the process of digging or fighting as from what might be
found in the end.
     A mile up on the hillside above Eureka is Knightsville,
where I found Bishop Fuller. He was the superintendent of
the Knight properties there.
     "I want to visit the Beck Tunnel mine," I explained, "to see
if, perchance, I might find that thousand dollars I dropped

in it!"
     This little pleasantry of mine seemed to meet a "fellow
feeling" with a good many people; but they all shook their
heads and smiled skeptically.        However, the good bishop
rigged    me up in old clothes, and down the Beck Tunnel we
went.   The cage landed us at various and sundry levels, and
we wended our way through dark and devious passages under
the mountain. Occasionally we came upon a miner digging
out under a lease contract the small bodies of ore left when the
big operations of the company were in full blast years ago. I
learned that many of the old properties are now profitably
worked in this way, which, of course, shows how much more
diligent a man will be when he is his own boss.
     After spending an hour or so under ground, we came to the
surface through the Colorado shaft, and looked gratefully at the
low range of mountains at our feet, the Goshen valley and Utah
lake in the middle distance.
    "On a clear day," said the man in charge, "we can see the
"Y" on the hills above Provo."
     "Well," I commented, as I drew in the odorous air and
looked out on the prospect, "I wouldn't mind being a miner if
I could work up here on the surface all the time."
     Coming back to Knightsville and donning our every-day
clothes, Bishop Fuller's automobile took me around to Mammoth and set me down under Bishop Steedman's shade trees.
 Later, I went around the hill to Silver City, which is quite a
 town   —by night.   Electric lights gleam profusely from the
 houses, and especially from Bishop Birch's unique residence.
 It is one of the most spacious yet cozy and comfortable of
 homes.    (Bishop Birch has recently been made President
 of the new Tintic stake of Zion.)