By Fay Tarlock
Janie did not put the dress on until the others had finished their makeup and gone on stage. At the dress rehearsal she had worn her blue rayon print; the girls had looked at her as if to say, “Just what we expected.”
Tonight she was feverish with excitement as she slipped the billowy organdy over her shoulders and let her hair down from the makeup band. A friend at the beauty parlor had shampooed her hair that afternoon, giving it a golden rinse and an end curl. Now it formed a shining halo for her face. Her eyes were bright, her lips the color of the cherries at her belt.
“Why, I’m beautiful!” Janie marvelled as she faced the mirror. She said it humbly, even fearfully.
Stepping onto the stage as she had been taught, her small head high on her slender neck, she was graceful and startling. The two boys who were to pull the curtain saw her first. Their popping eyes were all Janie needed. When the others saw her there was ecstasy in her smile. The ebullient youths who had been parading in their rented dinner jackets stopped still; the girls were too startled to speak.
John Rons exploded the silence. Advancing towards Janie, he took both her hands and said, “Oh, boy, can I kiss you tonight!” (more…)
Discussion No. 6
Apostasy and Restoration
Objective: To show that the falling away and the bringing back of the Gospel to Joseph Smith was a fulfillment of prophecy,.
1. Review the story of the First Vision stressing the Savior’s answer to Joseph’s question about which Church to join. “They are all wrong. They teach for doctrine the commandments of men, having a form of godliness, but they deny the power thereof. They draw near to me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.” See also D. & C. 33:4; 2 Tim. 3:1-5.
2. Show that Old Testament prophets foretold a falling away. Isaiah 24:5; Amos 8:11-12; Micah 3:4-12; Isaiah 59:1-2. What is the everlasting covenant as spoken of by Isaiah? D. & C. 66:2; D. & C. 133:57.
THE DAILY PICAYUNE Picayune (New Orleans)
2 June 1839
The editor of the New York Commercial Advertiser intimates his intention to write a “History of the Mormons.” He says: “So far as we are enabled at present to speak, Mormonism is the baldest and most disjointed, incomprehensible, stupid, unmeaning, ridiculous, and silly, of the isms of the age.” While the Colonel is about it why can’t he put in a small dose about animal magnetism?
Because I know how many of you LOVE the identification of “Mormonism = Utah” …
Hail to Thee, Utah
By H.M. Aird
Hail to thee, Utah, thy dear mountain valleys,
Hail to the toilers that made thee so fair,
Hail to thine emblem, the pure sego lily –
Token of innocence spotless and rare.
Grand are thy mountains, and wild are thy torrents;
Limpid thy streamlets, thy skies, oh how fair!
Making they clime a delight and a wonder,
Thrilling the soul with a rapture most rare.
Let thy vales ring with the songs of thy people,
Cheery and blithesome, yet loving and kind,
May the refrain echo down through the ages;
All thy sons’ hearts in true brotherhood bind.
Utah, we crown thee the queen of the mountains,
Land of the foothill and desert sage clad;
Long may thy children’s bounteous harvest
Reap from thy water kissed valleys made glad.
Oh, may thy sons and thy daughters be ever
True to the flag with its red and white bars,
Making the light from the deep field of azure
Brightest of all in the cluster of stars.
On a post from a while back, I didn’t know what had become of the original eagle that had perched above Brigham Young’s Eagle Gate for so many years; several of you told me it was on display in the museum of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers. Keepa’ninny Steve R. sent in this picture of the eagle in its present eyrie.
Some last notes from the speaker’s notebook carried by J. Golden Kimball:
A nephew of mine from Arizona said to an Apostle, “I love to hear Uncle Golden preach.” This extraordinary man answered: “I am glad someone loves to hear him preach.”
It’s educational as well as humiliating to learn how inconsequential you are. I am sometimes alarmed for fear I will lose the little personality, individuality and originality I have and out of fear of men cease to open my mouth and give the Lord a chance to use me as an instrument to play the crudest and most ordinary tune.
Your mind is your thought factory. We must be broad minded, kind, loving and forgiving and do our own thinking. Narrow minds make narrow views and such men spread about them pin headed ideas and are obstructions to the progress of the church. Lincoln said, such men reminded him of Steve Michles, “his head was full of ignorance but he’ll know how to get home when the time comes.”
From the Relief Society Magazine, 1949 –
By Fay Tarlock
Janie Carlson lived with her parents and five younger brothers and sisters in a paint-worn house with a sagging front porch and a lean-to in back. It was one of the houses built in Ronsville after the log cabin and adobe period, but before the brick and clapboard era. The Carlsons were good people, eager for their children to go to church and school, and to succeed where they had succumbed. The father dissipated none of the wages he earned as a handy man and day worker. The mother aided with a little sewing and practical nursing, though she was not particularly adept in either field.
Janie was nearly eighteen and a senior in high school. She was a slender girl with fair brown hair worn in a long, straight bob. Her features were delicately made and she had pleasant hazel eyes. Her voice was wont to have a nasal sound; giggling came easier than laughter. On cold days she wore a rusty brown coat with a tight belt.
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In 1939, the Arizona Republic newspaper of Phoenix published a little filler about a sort of ghost town – not one that once lived and died, leaving sun-bleached shacks in the desert for visitors to discover, but rather one that had never been born except in the mind of a hopeful, impractical man:
The recorder’s office today turned up a beautiful dream of the twirling 20s. The plat of a subdivision to be called Sunshine Park, located west of Twin Buttes mining camp, was filed May 23, 1924, by Wade Hampton Clack, as the first step in making Tucson the Hollywood of the desert.
The plat showed a two-block studio in the midst of the 60-block subdivision and a magnificent hotel, all on paper. Avenues were named for Douglas Fairbanks, Bill Hart, Wallace Reid, Tom Mix, Thomas Meighan and other male stars of the period; the streets for Mary Pickford, Lillian Gish, Pola Negri, Blanche Sweet and Pearl White.
The recorder pointed out that Sunshine Park, the studio and hotel and Bebe Daniels and Gloria Swanson streets are still just rangeland.
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