Soft white fur … a twitching nose and bewitching whiskers … sensitive ears … an elegant tail … Yes, behold, your Little White Lab Rat is a beautiful creature! But all my sources indicate that another white rodent, whose long ears are floppy, whose big feet are hoppy, and whose tail, rather than being long and pink like mine, is stubby and hairy, has left too many boiled Easter eggs in the homes of Keepa’ninnies. Never fear – I shall help you dispose of them in the tastiest way imaginable!
Last month we looked at cookbook prepared by a YLMIA in 1920. One of the recipes in that book was for:
6 hard boiled eggs
4 slices bacon
Crumbs of 1 small cracker
Sun. Nov. 17, 1918
After meeting we called up to see the new babies to Tepori & Pai, and Bebe & Makino.
Mon. Nov. 18, 1918
Children’s class. Rauana & Ruita came I to learn some new embroidery & tatting stitches. Corn pudding & eggs for Elders.
Tues. Nov. 19, 1918
Worked most of day on the Relief Society branch books, getting data for the annual report. While here at Hickueru the saints have been donating one shell a day for the support of the elders which has amounted to about $75 each for the Elders, which had been more than enough for their support during the five months they have been here, and has been a very great help to them.
– From the Relief Society Magazine, 1935
Because of the Word
By Hazel M. Thomson
Synopsis: Ruth Ann Barker, who lives in the early 1830s in the Naumkeg Valley of New England, dislikes farm life and cannot decide to marry Victor Hall, a neighboring farmer. Ruth’s widowed father has been killed in an accident and Victor helps her take care of the farm. After a second visit with her cousin Claire Mayhew in Boston, Ruth Ann is still undecided about the proposal of Quinton Palmer. She visits her Aunt Marintha in Palmyra, New York, and hears about Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon. In the spring Ruth Ann returns to Naumkeg and marries Victor. Quinton sends an expensive set of china as a wedding present. Victor tells Ruth Ann that he is going to join the Church, and they travel to Kirtland, Ohio.
Although the weather remained pleasant through the last of the journey, when Vic finally brought the tired horses to a stop in front of the one store in Kirtland, Ruth had had enough of traveling. They sat for a moment, without speaking, looking around at the sleepy little town on the shore of Lake Erie. It had a mixture of houses made of adobe, log, and lumber. A young man, tall and well-built, hurried out of the door, stepped up on the hub of the front wheel and greeted Vic with a hearty handshake.
From October 1928 –
Two or three times a year a friend, or more often a friend-of-a-friend, asks me to provide names from my research projects so that the youth of their ward can plan a temple trip – some temples, but not all, now require youth groups to provide their own names for such excursions. That reminds me of other times when Latter-day Saint willingness to contribute time to temple work has exceeded our willingness or ability to identify the people who need temple ordinances.
In September 1932, for instance, the Salt Lake Temple Presidency (Elders George F. Richards and Joseph Fielding Smith, of the Council of the Twelve, and Joseph Christensen) issued an appeal for Saints to engage in genealogical research in order to provide names to keep up with demand:
The urgent need at all the temples for additional names for baptismal work makes it necessary for an appeal which we earnestly make to all stake and ward genealogical and temple workers in particular and to all Church members in general to put forth special effort to effect an increase at least commensurate with the number of endowments being administered.
Come Forth, Awake
By Terrence Sylvester Glennamaddy
Burst forth, ye blooms, ‘tis Easter-tide;
Turn your face upward toward the sun.
No longer in the earth bide,
Behold, new life has just begun.
The trumpet-sound of spring has blown.
Arise, ye lilies of the field,
Why longer sleep ye all alone,
The dark, damp earth to be your shield?
They placed Him in a rock-bound grave,
His body slept in quiet death;
But while he rested in the cave
The voice of God did give Him breath.
“Come forth, ye Son of God, come forth!
The seal is broke; the stone’s away.
No rock shall bind the Lord. Come forth
Into the brightness of the day.”
Come forth, oh, sons of men, awake!
The debt is paid; why linger now?
The cross was raised just for your sake,
And at its foot, my brother, bow.
Awake, ye lilies of the field,
He rose, the sleeping Son of God.
For man, this day, has been revealed
The resurrection from the sod!
From May 1928 –
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SUN., SEPT. 1st 
Meeting commenced at 2:05 P.M. Counsellor Green conducting; Clark present, Bishop Hart absent.
Choir sang hymn, “Jesus once of humble birth.” Prayer by elder J.L. Jones. Choir sang hymn, “Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah.”
Sacrament was administered by elders Erastus Jensen and R.M. Poole. Coun. Green spoke to the saints a short time, bore testimony to truth of Gospel and urged saints to all do same.
Coun. Clark bore testimony; spoke of the progress of the work and of the adoption by sectarian churches of the true principles of the gospel. Thought the Lord always paid well for the work we did.