Pal o’ Mine

NEW MEMBER OF THE COUNCIL OF THE TWELVE 345

high council of the Cache stake. Following this appointment, he was called on a short mission to the Northwest, accompanying Elder Joseph W. McMurrin to Boise valley, and assisting in the establishing of a branch of the Church, which later became a stake of Zion. On the 6th of April, 1909, he was called to preside over the Northwestern States Mission, succeeding the late Elder Nephi Pratt. This position, which has occupied nearly ten years of his life, he still held when called to the apostleship. He married Martha Jones, of Farmington, June, 1896. They have eight children, four boys and three girls, seven of them living. His oldest son is a lieutenant in the U. S. Army. Counting his work in his ward as a youth, in the Brigham Young College, in the bishopric, and as chairman for seventeen years of the Logan tabernacle choir, with his missions to the east and northwest, he has been practically a laborer in the Church all his life, as was his father before him. In his business career, he assisted in establishing the Logan knitting factory, serving for ten years as its manager; and also organized other enterprises in Logan, among them the Commercial Boosters Club, serving two terms as president of that organization. He is a fluent and emotional speaker, one of the sweet singers of Zion, and a man who has succeeded in winning the love and respect of the Saints and citizens generally, especially in the great Northwest where he is best known. E. H. A.

Pal o' Mine

Do you know the days are brighter, Pal o' mine, For the charm of having met with you? Do you know my heart is lighter, For the thought that you were true? It'sa long and weary way we've traveled, Pal o' mine, But we've reached the lonely parting in the road, Where you pass on to God's white throne, While I remain to trod the stony path alone. In the battle's din, undaunted, You were true to God's ideal. Not another manly trait was wanted, Pal o' mine, To make your life a shining light to men. And though you join the ranks of death, Pal o' mine. Yet it's not forgotten you will be; But your name will live in glory In the annals of the free. Ezra L Pouhen Garden City, Utah