Priesthood Quorums

PRIESTHOOD QUORUMS 787 New Missions New missions were created on May 7, 1 925 ; it was ordered that the states of Minnesota and the Dakotas, and adjacent provinces in Canada will be one mission, with Elder John Q. Allred as president. Elder Allred was president of the Manitoba conference from October 8, 1919 to October 6, 1922, and before that he was the bishop of the First ward, Raymond, Alta. The Swiss-German mission is to be divided, and Elder Hugh J. Cannon, president of Liberty stake, is to preside over the new German mission. Elder Cannon has labored as a missionary in Germany and presided over the German mission, and also over the Swiss-German mission, when the two were united. Bishop J. Howard Jenkins, of the Ogden 13th ward, is to succeed Elder Angus T. Wright as president of the New Zealand mision. He is to leave for his field of labor some time during the latter part of July. The Vile Cigarette The cigarette is a beastly thing. It leaves a deathly, poisonous sting. Destroys your sense of taste and smell, Your appetite and health as well. It lessens your desire to do right, Builds a false and craving appetite. Makes you a slave instead of a man. On your future it places a ban. It steals your time, weakens your will, Lessens your chance of positions to fill, Makes you stupid and often late, With a sluggish feeling you hesitate. Retards your progress, you often stop Down at the bottom, instead of the top, Weakens your courage, fills you with fear, From real advancement it does you steer. Instead of promptness it makes you wait, And for promotion you're not on the slate, Lowers your vitality, beclouds your brain, It always spells loss, never spells gain, At the rear you stand, you should he in lead. A little exertion and you could be freed From this horrible monster that binds you tight, Makes you go wrong when you would do right. It fills your body with the seeds of death; Inhaling the smoke you exhale foul breath. You send out an odor that others detest, From this slave-driver you're never at rest. It destroys your manhood, your self-respect: What else! from the foul weed, could you expect? Now tell me, I pray, in English plain, Is there anything worthy, or good to gain? O, why then not stop, if you use the weed, And you who do not, oh let me plead With you, to refrain from even the touch, Of the vile, foul thing, that destroys so much. C. H. Davis Brigham City, Utah