--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Harrison R. Merrill collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 33 number: 11 published: 1930-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: "Harrison R. Merrill, “To College,” *Improvement Era* 33, no. 11 (September 1930): 754–759." source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera3311unse 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: improvementera3311unse start_page: 754 end_page: 759 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1930-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera3311unse publication_year: 1930 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 1930, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # To College ey/toColle r >s fflg-WW'-- -i + t=r--*M frw ft BY- HARRISON R. MERRILL T X OM LEIGH, in that moment, knew that his father would have a hard time under- standing his point of view. "All right, Dad, "he said, "but I know if you wanted me to go to college bad enough, we could find the way." His father placed his hands on his hips and looked searchingly at his son, just now dressed in chaps and riding boots, for Tom had just ridden in from the Circle Bar 7 ranch. "I'm sorry, son," he said in a voice that was gruff, but with ten- derness shining through, "it seems to me it can't be done. I told you that we're in a bad fix, but it's actually worse than I made out. You know the summer is one of the hardest we have ever had. Waterholes that have not failed for years have dried up; the cattle we have left are poor. Nope," shaking his grizzled head, "I can't see how it can be done." "All right," Tom said, "we'll say no more about it, but I guess if I should find the coin, you'd have no objection." "Not an objection," the older Leigh replied, as he placed his hand affectionately on his son's shoulder. "I'll even help if I can — but I see no hope." T HAT evening Tom Leigh did some figuring. He had been working steadily for the Cir- cle Bar 7 nearly three months, but when he figured up the cash he could probably muster, his face twisted into hard lines. The earlier part of the year had been dull, and he had barely earned his food and clothing. The last three months had been good; he had had a steady job, but the wages were not high and he had shared his earnings with the family. It was now the middle of Au- gust and he had barely fifty dol- lars in sight. He had a riding outfit and a horse, but as yet had been unable to bring himself to the point of offering them for sale. Besides, there was little demand for horses and outfits. He threw down his pencil and went over to the corner where he took some cigar boxes from a shelf. Tenderly he looked in at the butterflies and beetles collected during his idle hours, for in high school he had acquired the collect- ing mania. "I reckon all I learn about you I'll have to dig out for myself," he said whimsically. "Fifty dol- lars won't go far toward tuition in these days, let alone toward a year's grub." D: •ISCONSOLATELY he chucked the boxes back into their accustomed places and began to undress. He would have to be back at the Circle Bar 7 plenty early. So far as his father was concerned the matter was settled, he knew. Tom felt no resent- ment. He was range bred enough to be more or* less of a fatalist anyway. He seemed beaten for the mo- ment, but consoled himself with the thought that there were more than four weeks between him and the opening of the university, and almost anything could happen in four weeks. On his way back to the ranch the next morning, he drew his cowpony to a halt and listened. Upon his ears, desert trained, had fallen a starnge sound. It was the chug, chug, chug and snort of a laboring motor. Tom straightened in his saddle and drew up his reins. "Some desert Lizzy in trouble," he grunted. "Roany, I guess we better trot over and lend a hand." U: PON mounting the crest of a sand ridge, he looked down upon a car impotently tear- ing up the sand of a wash with its rear wheels. A blistering sun had already assisted in boiling the engine. The car, a small truck, loaded high and pulling a trailer, was occupied by a man who was at- tempting to do the driving. Be- hind it and pushing was another man dressed only in the upper part of abbreviated underwear and a pair of riding trousers tucked in- to the tops of high shoes. Tom rode along side of the driver just as he turned off the gas and stopped his engine. "Stuck?" the cowboy asked. "Stuck," the man in the car replied. Tc OM threw one leg over his saddle horn as he looked across into two narrowed, sun- wrinkled blue eyes, looking out from under bushy, sandy eye- brows. "Hot," Tom said. "Plenty hot," the other con- ceded. "Whatchu got?" Tom jerked his head toward the load. "Bugs and butterflies," the driver replied, grinning. Tom's heart skipped a beat. He had heard there were collectors somewhere on the range. The young fellow who had been pushing at the rear of the truck came around beside Tom's horse. "We got some beauties," he The Improvement Era for September, 1930 755 said lifting one corner of a canvas cover and allowing Tom to glance into one of the boxes. Tom had never seen anything like it before. Under his gaze were row after row of butterflies and beetles beautifully, preserved and mounted. "Where you takin' them?" he asked almost breathlessly. "Back to Glendon University," the other youth answered proudly. "We've been all through the Mount Trumbull country, clear to the Toroweap." Ti HE man in the car had been forgotten. Now, how- ever, he made his presence known. "It's hotter than pure alcohol in Hades," he exclaimed, removing his hat and mopping his perspiring head. "Maybe you will give us a lift?" "Sure," Tom replied, readily, as he began untying his rope. "I'll put a loop over the end of your spring and Roany'll do the rest." With a deft turn of the wrist from where he sat he twirled the rope over the projecting spring and pulled it taut. "Now when I get ready turn on your gas and give 'er the gun," he suggested as he rode out to the full length of his rope in front of the car. As the lariat tightened, the car, in response to the accelerator, spun its wheels for a moment and then slowly rolled out of the wash on to harder ground. "Okay," the man at the wheel said as he once more stopped his engine. "Now what's the dam- age?" "Not a thing," Tom exclaimed quickly, then — "unless — " "Unless what?" ,the collector asked. "Unless you let me look at your stuff — alius liked gatherin' up things like that." F OR ten minutes he feasted his eyes upon the various specimens. "I guess that's all," he said wistfully, after the other two had told him some of the life history of the various insects. "Gee, I'd like to be a collector." "Why not be one?" the profes- sor asked. "Come up to Glendon University this coming winter and work with me." "I'd love to, "Tom said as he swung into his saddle. "If you do, inquire for me — Dr. Vandegraft." "I sure will," Tom answered. "Here," Vandegraft opened a brief case he had taken from the seat of the car. From it he drew a small gray book. 'Take this," he said. "It may be worth more than a dollar to you." L ■ ONG after the car was lost in the distant sand and sage, Tom Leigh sat absorbed in the new book. The volume, a tiny paper-covered one, bore a one word title — "Keys." Its content was made up of quo- tations from various famous men. As he thumbed through it, read- ing avidly, Tom paused over a brief statement in prose. It read: "Though a man come to the doors of a university with his pockets bulging with money, but without a genuine desire for education, he has not the price; but if he stands there with empty pockets with a burning desire for knowledge, he has the price." To the young cowboy it seemed that those were addressed especially to him. He had finished high school, such as it was, three years before, but had never gone farther. Though he had a desire for edu- cation and had long before decided that the life of the range was not the kind he would like to live always, he had never pulled away from the cattle country. Now he felt that a prophet had suddenly risen before him and had given him the keys. I WO weeks later range work led Tom Leigh once more close to his father's door. He turned down the familiar lane and paused in front of the old gate under the leaning silver maple tree. "Hello," he called. His father came hurriedly around the corner of the house and his mother appeared at the door in answer to the call. 'Tom!" they exclaimed in uni- son. "Where you goin?" his father asked. Then Tom, voicing the two 756 The Improvement Era for September, 1930 words that had been in his mind ever since he had met the profes- sor in the sand, replied: "To college." "Where?" his father asked, sur- prised. "To college," Tom repeated. "But how?" Tom fumbled in his shirt pock- et and produced the much thumbed booklet. This he handed over gravely to his parent. 'There you have it," he said dryly. "Read for yourself." Ti HE elder Leigh took the book and glanced through the selection. "Some professor said that, I guess," he snorted. "Sounds like Emerson or what's that guy's name that went down on the Titanic? — Elbert,- — oh, yes, Elbert Hub- bard. Fellers like them would say such things, but put 'em out in this eternal sage with dried up waterholes and cows that has to stand twice to make a shadder — then what 'ud they say?" "I dunno who said it — I only know he's right. I got his price — his key — an' I'm goin'." "But, Tom," his mother broke in. "We've been so busy talkin' about you we hain't had an oppor- tunity to tell you the news, and it's bad enough. Elvira's in the hospital." "In the hospital!" Tom repeat- ed incredulously. His mother began wiping her eyes. 'Yes, she was operated on for appendicitis." She began to whimper. "I didn't know " Tom paused. "She ain't — she ain't dead!" "Naw, gittin' along fine," his father put in hastily, "but Ma alius has to have her little rain storm." "But it's the doctor bill," she said. "We haven't been able to pay the doctor and I been waitin' for you to come — I knowed you'd — you'd help." Tom was silent. Elvira was his only sister. "Sure," he finally said. "What did it cost?" His mother looked up eagerly. "One hundred and seventy dol- ars. 1 OM did some quick thinking. He did not have that much money, but he would have it by the time school started. He had been planning, in fact, on having a little more than that, but how could he give up his dream now? He glanced at his father. That old veteran's face was deeply lined with anxiety as his deep-set eyes looked back into those of his son. In their depths Tom fancied he saw two huge question marks. His father was wondering if he, Tom Leigh, would choose to stand by his family or his new and, to him, rather foolish ambition. Tom seemed to feel himself shrivel up before that gaze. Then he straight- ened around facing his father more squarely. "I've got the money," he said as if speaking still to his mother. "Not that much — yet, but I'll have it by the time school starts — Glendon University opens on Sep- tember 15." Tom saw his father's lips twitch beneath his grizzled moustache, and the color rise to his lean cheeks. Y< OU can have my money," he said simply. "I'll send all I got right over and the balance as soon as it is due." Tom saw his father's face break with tenderness. "My son," he said, huskily. "We still mean as much as school." 'That's my Tom," his mother exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Tom drew away, embarrassed. "What's all this excitement about?" he demanded. "Can't a feller help with his only sister's doctor bill without bein' squeezed to death. I'm darned glad she's gettin' along all right — hadn't heard a thing about it." "But what about your school?" his father asked. "Didn't you read the savin' — the keys?". Tom demanded. "I've still got the price." "That's nonsense," his father spluttered. "Don't let these pro- fessors and preachers fool you. "I won't. I'm goin' to make 'em prophets." .DUT that night Tom went to bed in the room he had always called his own, he took down the specimens. "Purty hard lookin' bunch beside the profes- sor's keen stuff," he said, "but then I guess you represent me bet- ter'n they did him at that. But I'm goin' to college and learn how to do it. I don't understand just how it'll be done now, but I have a hunch it's got to be done. I still have the desire, an' I can't go back on my prophets." September had laid her golden mantle over the hills when one day Tom Leigh rode directly into the sunset. He was on his way to Kane Springs. Tucked away in his shirt pocket was the reason for his journey. He had found it on the infrequently used road that ran up on to the range he had been riding. It was a bill announcing a rodeo. Tom had never competed in a rodeo. He always felt, somehow, that rodeo performances were more like circus stuff than the genuine work and play of the cow country. But now he had determined to try his luck in the calf roping contests. He had measured his skill with many of the other rannies and felt that against range men he would stand a good chance to win the stakes which this time happened to be two hundred dollars, and two hundred dollars to Tom Leigh just then looked like a dream come true. He knew, of course, that be- sides the range men, there would be regular followers of the rodeos, men who had learned to time their loops to a hundredth part of a second, but he felt that he had a fighting chance against then all. He had been called by his boss the best calf man on the range. K .ANE SPRINGS was decked out in war paint as Tom The Improvement Era for September, 1930 757 rode into town and put his horse in one of the stalls provided for the entrants on the rodeo grounds. One glance at the assembled cow- punchers and Indians told the youth that not only were the top hands of the surrounding ranches present, but that some of the top hands of the rodeo game were also on the ground ready for the com- petition. He had just finished writing his name on the entry blank and was handing over his entrance fee when his father stopped beside him. "Not gamblin' on the rodeo, be you Tom," he asked. "Yep," Tom answered. "En- terin' the calf ropin'." "Jest throwin' your money away," his father snorted. "Didn't you look over the list of entrants?" "Sure." "You don't think you can loop a calf along with Bliss Pardee do you? Or Sam Waite or Jack Van Ryster? There's only three prizes." Tom grinned. "Sure I can," he replied, but feeling more un- certain about it than he pretended. "W'y all of them fellers has Steel Dust horses — the best three- quarter horses in the world. Jest been lookin' 'em over." "I got Roany," Tom replied. "If I lose, it won't be on account of my hoss." "Oh, all right," his father grumbled. "Have it your own way; but let me warn you to keep your eye on Bliss Pardee. He's champeen and won't lose without a fight." lOM could not help but concur secretly in his father's opinion. He knew all three of the men his sire had named and each had a long record of victories. When the calf roping event was called on the opening day, Tom examined the outfits of his op- ponents. It required no second look to convince him that he was up against top performers. Bliss Pardee, the acknowledged champion, was trim and dark, wiry and strong with glossy black hair and eyes to match. As ca- pable as Pardee looked, however, Tom decided that he was at least no more than a match for his horse. Distinction was written all over the animal from his dainty ears to his flowing tail. Sam Waite and Jack Van Ryster looked equally formidable. Waite was small and wizened, but pos- sessed of an alertness that marked him as something above the or- dinary. Van Ryster, on the other hand, was tall and slender with a huge nose that looked like a gable sticking out from his flat face. Both men possessed good horses. A; .S men and horses awaited their turn, Tom mentally compared his own steed with those of his most famous competitors. "Roany, it looks as if Dad was right; you're up against big stuff or my eyes can't tell good hoss meat when they see it," he con- fided to his horse, who rubbed his nose along his master's sleeve in reply. Tom hugged the muzzle gently with his arm. "I know what your tryin' to say, ol' Dust Eater, — tryin' to say you'll do your darndest — and that's a plenty." Van Ryster was the first man up. Tom watched him eagerly as he arranged his tie ropes in his belt and shook out the loop of his riata. He admired the manner in which the big fellow managed his horse, seemingly with silent signals. As the calf sprang from the opened gate and crossed the start- ing line, the judge's flag dropped and Van Ryster was off, his pow- erful Steel Dust horse taking up the distance between him and the calf in long, powerful springs. Van Ryster's rope snaked out making a beautiful catch. In one bound the cowboy was off his horse, and in less than a bat of an eye the calf was on the ground safely tied. A CHEER of approval went up from the throngs in the grand stand. The rodeo-wise crowd knew Van Ryster, and thev also knew a clean catch and a quick tie when they saw one. Tom's heart sank. Unused tc watching the operation of catch- ing calves from a spectator's view- point, he felt that surely no one in the world could make a catch and tie more quickly. Other ropers followed the calves over the starting line, but no one equalled the time made by Van Ryster. Sam Waite and Bliss Par- dee both made clean catches, but both were slower in putting the loops on the calves and in hog tying them. At last Tom's number was called. He mounted Roany, his knees trembling until he could scarcely swing into the saddle. He was the youngest of the string of men and the only one, he had no doubt, who had not before participated in a rodeo contest. "It's all in the start, "Van Ry- ster said to him as he passed on his way to the take-off. 'Your hoss is a little small, but maybe he'll make up in speed what he lacks in weight." Tom warmed to the big fellow for the kind words. Pardee was not quite so sympathetic. "Bet four bits, son, your hoss falls down with you," he called jokingly. Tom resented the implication. "Betcha four bits he picks up his calves quicker than that Steely of yourn." "You're on, son," Pardee chuck- led. "Go out and git 'em." 1 HE judge's flag dropped and Roany was off after the careen- ing white calf. Tom waited until he was sure, then flung his rope. It settled nicely over the calf's head and Roany pulled it taut as Tom took a flying leap through the air and went running down his rope. He had watched the experts throw their calves, a task in which he had had little practice, for on the range the throwing had always been done with the rope. He seized the calf by the front leg, but could not upset him. As precious seconds clicked away he staggered after the stubborn calf. At last in sheer desperation, he let go of the leg and seized the animal over the back by the flanks and exerting all the power he could muster raised the calf from the ground and threw him on his side. Seizing his tie rope, he hastily put some hitches over the calf's three legs and held up his arms to signify that he was through. The judges came over and turned the calf on to his other side. The rope held. But when the timer sang out the time, Tom's heart fell. He had been two seconds slower than either of the three rodeo experts. He mounted and rode back to the chutes gathering up his rope as he went. 758 The Improvement Era for September , 1930 "Say, kid," Van Ryster called, "if you could a throwed your calf you'd a had us all scooped. You twist a wicked loop." Tom grinned appreciatively, though he was not feeling cheerful just then. The two hundred dol- lar cash prize, it seemed to him, had been ticked off a thousand miles by the tiny springs of a stop watch. C_) N the following morning, almost before it was light, Tom was out on the ranch of a friend he knew, practicing throwing calves. He was not afraid of his roping, but he had discovered that the professional ro- deo men did know better how to handle an animal with his hands against time. On the day previous he had seen that -coveted two hundred dollars and his dreams slipping away from him, and was determined to do his best to hold them up. When the time for calf roping arrived, Tom was eager to go. He had taken Roany through a private drill in starting and stopping and ■ felt that despite his lack of blue blood, his own horse for the pur- pose was as good an animal as there was on the grounds. Van Ryster once more made a brilliant catch, but this time his calf was large and even he had difficulty throwing him. As a re- sult he was nearly three seconds slower than on the day previous. r^ARDEE was next up. He followed bis calf over the line, but just as he threw his rope, the animal swerved sharply and the loop went over his head. Tom could hear the champion swearing as he dug spurs into his horse and began shaking out a new loop. Again the rope snaked out. This time it settled over the calf, but before the roper could pull it up the calf had slipped through and was gone. The expression on the champion's face as he returned to the chute checked the banter Tom had on his lips. The man was eliminated from first money and was taking defeat badly. As Tom made Roany toe the line, when his turn came, he fan- cied he could see two hundred dol- lars and a year in college just out beyond the take-off. Waite and Van Ryster, as well as Pardee had beaten his time on the day previ- ous, but with Pardee out of the running, his spirits rose. He stroked jRoany's (shoulder as the men in the corral were get- ting a calf ready. At last the gate was opened and the calf leaped forth. Once more the judge's flag dropped and Roany was off. All excitement dropped away from Tom as his narrowed eyes studied the fleeing animal before him. He let out his loop, calmly swung it once and let it go. Like a graceful serpent, it uncoiled fall- ing easily over the calf's head. A; .S Roany plowed up the dirt in stopping, Tom flew from his saddle and went down the rope to the calf. This time he reached over the calf's back, hooked his left hand in the loose skin behind the animal's shoulder and his right in his flanks and surged up. The practice of the morning helped. The calf, lifted high from the ground, lit on its side with a thud. In a trice the three legs were tied together and Tom's hands were in the air. The judge's flag fell. Breathlessly Tom awaited the timer's announcement. He knew he had made good time, but how good. At last it came. He had equaled Van Ryster's best mark made on the opening day. As he returned to the chutes, Tom's father met him. 'That was great," he chortled. "Never was a better cast made or a quicker tie. By granny, I believe you'll win this contest. Against the world's best, too!" "There's another day comin'," Tom answered, "and Van Ryster's out in head. I made a poor show- in' yesterday." "But you'll be in the day money today — no doubt pi that, "his father said as he climbed back over the fence out of the arena. "You'll get your entrance fee back and then some." the gate as the ropers filed through. "How do you feel, son?" he asked. "Still believe in my prophets," Tom replied grimly. "Prophets?" his father ex- claimed, surprised. "What proph- ets?" "I've still got the desire for that education," Tom answered sober- ly. "The prophets have the best chance of makin' good right now that I know anything about. That two hundred dollars would send me to college this year — with what I got." "Be your own prophet, my boy," the elder Leigh replied. "You have 'em all beat. Go out there calm like and take 'em. I believe in you." "And I believe in my prophets," Tom rejoined as he touched Roany and moved on to the chutes where the ropers were getting ready for the event. A W) HEN the calf rop- ing events on the final day arrived four men were in the lead. First came Van Ryster followed closely by Waite. After them trailed Tom Leigh and another man called Cheyenne Blazer. Pardee's missed calf had disqualified him. Tom's father was waiting at S on the previous day, Van Ryster led. Like a streak of red fire his Steel Dust horse followed the bellowing calf. Tom saw the cowboy shoot his rope and heard it sing as it whipped tight. Van Ryster was off on top of his calf in a split second, and the timer had called the time exultantly, Tom thought. Tom groaned. Had his prophets failed him? Surely no human being could beat a time like that. But he set his jaws and waited his turn. "Don't take it too hard," Par- dee exclaimed as he waited, also. 'That was fast time, but it can be beat. Watch mine." Eagerly Tom watched as the champion went for his calf. Par- dee seemed endowed with the very spirit of speed. His horse literally leaped upon the calf before the ani- mal had made five jumps beyond the line, and the riata twirled out and over the calf's head. Pardee, with the agility of a cat, went for his catch and threw him at the first trial. He had beaten Van Ryster by half a second. Tom remembered once more to breathe. 'You see," Pardee said trium- phantly as he rode past, "it can be done. Lessee you do it." Tom had forgiven Pardee for that first joke when he faced the starting line for the last time. The champion's success had given him The Improvement Era for September, 1930 759 renewed hope of the two hundred dollars. A; .S he waited every muscle seemed tense as a harp string, and under him he could feel that Roany was likewise screwed up to the highest pitch. Above the uproar of the cheering crowd he could hear one voice distinctly. It was that of his father. "Be your own prophet, son!" the voice was pleading excitedly. 'Yeah, I will, but I also believe in others, "Tom mumbled to him- self. "I still have that desire, and right now's when I'm jgoin' a bring the thing to pass." At that moment the calf burst from the pen. It was a large brindle fellow with horns just be- ginning to grow sharp. After the flag dropped Roany did not wait for the prick of the spurs. With a bound that cov- ered half the distance to the line, he was off. On his back was Tom Leigh, cool, determined, con- fident. He was trailing Van Ry- ster, Tom knew, and must take a chance if he was to have the prize. As Roany's feet touched the white line, with fully forty feet separating him from the half grown calf, he rose in his stirrups, whirled his rope and cast. The sixty foot rope sprang out like a steel spring in the^wake of the frightened calf. The noose opened as if con- scious that the goal had been reached and settled over the ani- mal's head. As the rope straight- ened, Roany, possessed of the wis- dom of the range, seemed to sense the crisis and settled back upon his haunches. The calf was brought to such a sudden stop that he was whirled completely around. The timer sang out the time as Tom rose to his feet. He had made a national record. As Tom rode back to the chutes he was greeted by Van Ry^ter. "Kid," he said, in his slow way, "I guess us old timer's '11 have to take off our hats to you, but I don't feel so bad about it. That ropin' of yours was the best I ever saw." "Thanks," Tom replied, de- lighted. "Here's my hand, too." It was Pardee, now the ex-champion, speaking. "I hope we'll meet at some other rodeo." "But we won't," Tom an- swered happily. "I'm leavin' next week for college." "College?" Pardee echoed. 'You bet your life. "It was Leigh, senior, speaking. Then he turned to Tom. "Son, you're some prophet." "Naw," Tom replied, "here's the true prophets. They gave me the key." TOM LEIGH held out the little book, "Keys," which had been given him that day in the sand. "You don't think they had anything to do with your winnin' this contest, do you?" his father asked skeptically. "I certainly do," Tom replied emphatically. "Everything." The British Missionary (Continued from page 729) and inspiration to the missiona- ries in the field. Reporters, pho- tographers and visitors come to listen and to spread the news. These reports, mostly favorable, are invaluable aids to the elders when meeting with false beliefs, scandal and wrong opinions con- cerning the "Mormons." And there, in conference assembled, the presidents of the various European missions work out the program for the coming year, assisting by every known means the spread of the Gospel, and evolving new and helpful mission standards. XTO, a missionary's life in Great Britain is not dull or unin- teresting. He has plenty to do, if he cares to apply himself. He has limitless opportunities for study, travel, learning, if he is so inclined. He may be a leader, a teacher, an exemplar of the Gospel to all mankind; and he may in- corporate those principles of truth learned in the mission field in his home life after his mission is over — his short period of active mis- sionary endeavor. But in all that he does, wherever he goes, he may have true joy — he may taste the joy of physical recreation, and the spiritual happiness that comes as a result of duty well done. As a true Latter-day Saint, he may listen to the whisper of the still small voice: "It isn't the big show that you seem to make, Nor the unnoticed sins that you hide, Th.at brings happy cheer each day in the year — ■ But the way that you feel, deep inside. "It isn't the way that the world views your aims, Nor a high reputation, nor pride, That moves you along with a heart lull of song — It's the frithful 'Well done!' from inside." A ROAR went up from the grandstand. In a contest where champions were many, there had not been such a catch before. Tom, however, was unconscious of everything except his tie strings and the calf. Seizing the short yearling by the side and the flank he raised it from its feet and brought it down with a crash that for the moment stunned it. In that split second, the three power- ful legs were brought together and securely tied. A Spiritual Philosophy of Life (Continued from page 750) bearing personal and social respon- sibilities, in cultivating the habit of tolerance, in learning to live with other people in peace and comfort, notwithstanding wide differences in personalities. The family has a place of su- preme importance in the social or- der in that it not only makes pos- sible the perpetuation of the race under the standards of civilization, but it also is both the primary and the finishing school in all the most fundamental virtues. It is this schooling that is the basic factor in social progress toward those spirit- ual goals, the attainment of which is the ambition and the destiny of enlightened humanity.