There shouldn’t have been a Depression, with jokes like these in the church magazines —
Order in the Court
Judge (in dentist chair): “Do you swear that you will pull the tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth?”
He Had His Free Agency
The city girl was spending her holiday on the farm, and the young man of the family was finding her good company. One evening they were leaning over the pasture gate when they saw a cow and a calf rubbing noses in the accepted bovine fashion.
“See there,” said the young man, “that sight makes me want to do the same.”
“I don’t see why you shouldn’t,” the city Miss observed. “After all, it’s your cow.”
By Elvin J. Norton
No attempt is made to describe the sorrow in the Palmer home when it was found that Randy had evidently run away. As is usual in such cases, all kinds of conjectures were made as to the cause. Some said that Mrs. Palmer was too lenient with her boys; others, that she was too exacting; some contended that Randy was justified in going; others, that he was not. There were a few, however, who neither censured nor approved, but simply gave consolation by words of comfort and hope spoken to the grief-stricken mother and her two remaining children.
Henry was deeply grieved. Thinking over the whole matter, lie found reason after reason for putting all the blame on himself.
Piercing the Ears
“For a while, the barbaric custom of piercing the ears was obsolete. Alas it has again come into fashion. The long pendant eardrops make many girls look positively brazen, to others they give an oriental look and the beholder thinks he is gazing on a maiden from the East. We look with dismay on the woman who has her nose pierced and a ring suspended therefrom. Is not piercing the ears only a lesser form of the same evil?”
– Young Woman’s Journal, June 1912
From the Children’s Friend, 1935 —
Star of Gold
By Eva Willes Wangsgaard
My neighbor’s window frames a golden star
Where last year hung its counterpart in blue,
A sharp reminder of one gone too far
To walk again the friendly street he knew.
Long weeks ago his mother hung it there
And still the dusk of grief is in her eyes
And loneliness impossible to share
Or mitigate by kneeling where he lies.
She neither dwells upon him nor evades
The mention of his name when others ask;
Though memory wounds each day with deeper blades,
She goes with normal mien from task to task.
At what a cost her courage has been won!
I’ve seen her hang her pillow in the sun.
This star is many sons in one to her:
A gurgling baby showing his first tooth,
A tear-stained youngster pleading for a cur,
A proud boy scout, a gangling, earnest youth.
She knew his untried strength, his zest for life,
Ideals he thought worth fighting to uphold,
The girl he loved and hoped to make his wife–
And sharp cessation in this star of gold.
To me, it is a symbol of the loss
Of myriads of men who went beyond
The lonely foxhole to the small white cross
In Libyan sands or brushed by tropic frond.
Oh, modern wise men, kneel in reverence
Before this star and offer recompense!
The roaring wings that tore the world apart
And made a mockery of miles and weather
Can fly the lanes of peace and make a start
Toward landing fields where all men walk together
As neighbors should. Then, though he lies in sands
Long burned by suns, or under shaggy palm
Or chestnut tree or where the linden stands,
His timeless sleeping shall be sound and calm.
There was another star, another cross,
Another wound that grew a rose as red;
They hold the answer to my neighbor’s loss.
This star can lead us as the other led
The shepherd’s feet. Though high the goal and far,
Can we deny the beckoning of a star?
From the Children’s Friend, November 1949 —
By Elvin J. Norton
Christmas morning came, cold and clear. Warm greetings were exchanged by Mrs. Palmer, Rachel, and Henry. Although circumstances prevented their suprising one another with expensive gifts, it was found that Santa Claus had not forgotten any of them. Some useful article — a necktie, a ribbon, a pair of scissors — was found by each where least expected, but in a conspicuous place. All agreed that Randy would probably not hurry home, and they sat down to breakfast without him. As they were absorbed in their meal and conversation, they did not notice a sleigh stop in front of the house, and were made aware that someone had approached only by a vigorous stamping on the back door step.
“Here’s Randy, after all!” cried Rachel, hastening to open the door. It was not Randy, however, but the constable who faced her.
“Good morning,” said the visitor politely. “Is the boys home?”
What is doctrine? What is policy? Maybe some illustrations from our 20th century history will alleviate some of the confusion on display in the past few weeks.
A doctrine is a central, eternal principle of the gospel, given by revelation through God’s representatives on earth.
It’s true that our teaching of doctrine may be altered – the principle is eternal, but our understanding is finite and mortal: continuing revelation may expand our knowledge of what we had thought was established doctrine, or experience and maturity may shift the emphasis of doctrine. It’s even true that, on occasion, some few things that were taught as doctrine, or that had been received from previous generations as doctrine, have turned out to be faulty or false; continuing revelation corrects as well as expands our understanding of the gospel. Doctrine, though, is beyond the power of man to change; it is Truth with a capital T, which we struggle to comprehend.
A policy, on the other hand, is seldom if ever understood to be eternal. Policies change as needs change: practices adapt to social change in the world, to the scale of Church growth, to greater understanding of doctrine. Policies are the day-to-day practices, worked out by mortal men and women, outlined (we hope) by inspiration, to help us incorporate doctrines in mortal life. There is nothing sacred about a policy, except insofar as it leads us to understand and live by doctrine.
Some examples of eternal doctrine and adaptable policies from the 20th century can give greater perspective to the differences:
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From the Relief Society Magazine, 1948 –
Thanksgiving for Riches of the Spirit
By Marianne C. Sharp
On Thanksgiving day, Latter-day Saints will gather with their loved ones around tables loaded with an abundance of food. Crisp stalks of celery will gleam among dark-skinned olives; savory dressing will be spooned out of the golden turkey; mounds of mashed potatoes hidden under a yellow coating of butter will vie with tender green peas and bright red pickled beets to make a kaleidoscope of colors against the heavy linen damask highlighted with crystal and silver. Each member of the family will reverently bow his head and with grateful heart return thanks to his Father in heaven for the multiplicity of material blessings he enjoys. There may come also into his mind’s eye, in contrast, a picture of a humble pioneer home where food was scarce, table linen and eating utensils of the rudest, and luxuries nonexistent. And at the contrast again there may arise in the breast of the present-day saint an upwelling of gratitude for conveniences and luxuries enjoyed by him.
Too often in considering the lot of the saints in earlier days, emphasis is placed on the poverty in which they lived to the exclusion of the richness of spirit which they possessed, so abundantly. This spiritual wealth transmuted their everyday living into graciousness and splendor. There sang in their hearts the knowledge that their daily righteous acts were taking them along the path to an eternal life which would be beautiful and satisfying beyond their most cherished dreams and hopes. Also they had entrenched in the fortresses of their stout hearts the conviction of the truth of the words of the Lord to his Prophet: “My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; and then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high.”