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Show SERVICES HONOR YOUNG MOTHER Funeral services for Mrs. Ber-neice Ber-neice Benson Robbins, who died at the home of her parents here last Wednesday, were held Friday Fri-day in the stake tabernacle under un-der the direction of the West ward bishopric with Bishop Vernon Ver-non Worthen presiding. The opening song was a vocal solo, "One Fleeting Hour", by Dilworth Snow, followed by prayer pray-er by John T. Woodbury, Jr. A solo, "I Know That My Redeemer Liveth", from the "Messiah", was sung by Mrs. Grace Gates Sproul. I The speakers were Orval Ha- i fen, W. O. Bentley, Harold Snow, Jos. K. Nicholes and Vernon Worthen. Other musical numbers included in-cluded a solo, "Resignation", by Mrs Mamie Paxman, violin solo. Earl" J. Bleak, and a trio, "One Sweetly Siuemn Thought", Mona Reber, Marie Cox and Mary McGregor. Mc-Gregor. Sentiments were read by Miss-Mabel Miss-Mabel Jarvis, and benediction was by President W. W. McAr-thur. McAr-thur. The grave was dedicated by George Worthen. (Continued in page a SERVICES HONOR (Continued from pagj 11 The following sentiment to the memory of Mrs. Robbins was written by Mrs. Alta Holt Truman, Tru-man, a schoolmate: Ml' PAL My pal she's gone I wonder why. She didn't even say goodbye. It doesn't seem just right, somehow, That she'd be taken from us now. She's been the dearest pal to me, The kind of pal you seldom see; One who knows you through and through, Who knows your likes and dislikes, dis-likes, too. And your ideals, and your de-, de-, sires. And helps you build some even higher. One who'll ride or walk with you, Or cry, or laugh, or talk with you ; i One who simply understands. Who comes to you with open hands, And tells her secrets all to you, And in return you tell yours, too. Such a pal she's been for years, Sharing hopes, and joys, and fears; But then, of course, we didn't know 'Twould soon be time for her to go. It seems so hard to understand, That he on high would so command, com-mand, That she so young would have to go, And leave her shattered dreams below. For there's her husband and her babe, And her dear mother and her dad. Her sisters, brothers left here, too, Her friends and loved ones. me and you. And yet they say she's gone up there, Where everything is sweet and fair. She'll meet her loved ones, gono before, And maybe mlno and maybe-yours. maybe-yours. And while to us it hciiih So sad. Perhaps the meeting thero was glad, Perhaps they needed her, somehow. some-how. Even more than we do now. And so In this dark hour, I pray That we may see the dawn of day; May we our cross so bravely bear That home day wc inny join her there. |
