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Show FT tli VOLUME XXXI. LOGAN CITY, UTAH, THURSDAY MAY 5, 1910. NUMBER 82. Souvenir of Our First Mothers PROGRAM FOR DAY MOTHERS - They d bring in water and wood, and do A dozen things she would like them to.' For, though hands are small and though . years are few, Theres always something that they can do To help the mothers and make them glad. Remember that, little lass and lad. f the fact that the LL indications point to Mothers Day celebration the first observance oft he kind to be held here will be a complete and most gratifying success. The various committees have worked1 most industriously, and their plans are working smoothly indeed, and no city in the State will do greater honor to the mother than will -- Logan-this week. The observ ance of the Day will begin on Friday when a dance will be t given for the children in the Pavilion and in the evening the older folks will trip the light fantastic there. It is on Sunday that the celebration proper will be held. t The following excellent program for the meeting to be held in the Tabernacle in the evening of that day, has been arranged. So help your mothers about their work; Dont wait for asking, dont try to shirh. Do just the best that you can, and she Will say, What a help are my dears to me! YiiixFoii). AN ANCIENT TOAST. It was' a grand day in the old chivalric time, the wipe circling around the board in a noble hall, and the sculptured walls rang with and song. The lady of each knightly heart was pledged by name and by syllable significant of loveliness had been uttered, until it came to St. Leons turn, when, lifting the sparkling cup on high . sen-time- Selection by the Choir. Invocation Mayor J. H. Anderson. A Boys Best Friend is His Mother, By Sigma Alpha Fraternity 4 Address, Reverence of Motherhood. by President J. A. Widtsoe t 5 Mothers Song (Meyer Helmund) C The Lord is My Light, , .. (Allisten) ' By Mrs. Nettie Sloan. 7 Reading Miss Huntsman. 8 Song, by the Choir. 9 Benediction president Isaac Smith. 1 2 IL-S- ong. A I drink to image never may depart, Deep graven on a grateful heart, Till memory is dead: To one whose love Then cherish her with care And smooth her silvery hair, Like her you will never find another And wherever you will turn This lesson you will learn That a boys best friend is his mother. When you are sick in bed 'And your money is all gone, Then by your friends you will be scorned But your mother she will watch by your bedside night and day , And pray for you every eve and morn, When you are in trouble on friends you may call, What good is a sister or a brother From you they 11 turn away So think of what I say ; A boys best friend is his mother. ; CHORUS t Now always try and treat-you- r 'For she is the one who cares for you 'And remember what I say and never once neglect" Your old mother so tried and so true, , And when she is laid in her cold, cold grave lake her youll never find another And when the scented flowers So sadly oer her wave You 11 find that your best friend was your mother. HAVE YOU WRITTEN TO MOTHER? Pray may I ask you, worthy lad, Whose smile no care can smother, ' Though busy life throbs round about , Have you written home to mother? -- You are fast forgetting, arent you, quite, How fast the weeks went flying; And .that a little, blotted sheet, 'Unanswered still is lying? Dont you remember Each guest upstarted at the word And laid in 'handiipon his sword,--"' With jiery flashing eye; And Stanley said: We crave the name, Proud knight, of this most peerless dame, Whose love you count so high. how she stood, With wistful glance at parting? Dont you remember how the tears Were in her soft eyes starting? St. Leon paused, as if he would Not breathe her name, in careless mood, Thus lightly to another; Then bent his noble head, as though To give that name the reverence due, And gently said My Mother- !-- Have you forgotten how her arm Stole) round you to caress you? Have j6u forgotten those low words: Good-by- , my son, God bless you? Oh! do not wrong her patient love. Save Gods, there is not .other So faithful through all mists of sin; Fear not to write to mother. At last came one of the merry troop The gaye t laddie of all the 'group : lie paused beside her and. whispered low, Ill help you across if you wish to go. Her aged hand on his strong young arm, She placed, and s or, without hurt or harm, He guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his were firm and strong. Then back again to his friends he went, Ilis young heart happy and well content; Shes somebodys mother, boys, you know, For all shes aged and poor and slow; And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother you understand If ever shes old and poor and gray, When her own dear boy is far away. And somebodys mother bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said Was, God be kind to the noble boy Who is somebodys son and pride and joy I , Tell her how hard it is to walk, As walked the' Master, lowly, Tell her how hard it is to keep A mans life pure and holy. Tell her to keep the lamp of prayer, A light, a beacon burning; Whose beams shall reach you far away, Shall lure your soul returning. Tell her you love her dearly still, For fear some sad Shall bear away the listening soul, And leave you lost in sorrow. ' MOTHERS. . old mother with respect. for me shall last When lighter passions have passed, So holy tis, and true; To one whose love hath longer dwelt, More deeply fixed, more keenly felt, Than any pledged by you! Ive CHORUS he said, Whose BOYS BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER. been thinking today of the time thats . passed away Of friends in whom I could confide Of my dear old mothers knee Where around I used to ptay How I missed her sweet face when she died How well her I loved theres no tongue ' can tell, Like her you will never find another. It alwaj s gives her joy to kiss her darling boy, A boys, best friend is his mother. one, nt s Mothers are the queerest things! Member jvhen John went away, - --- All but mother cried and cried that day. When they said good-b- y She just talked, and seem to be Not the slightest bit upset Was the only one who smiled! Others eyes were streaming wet. And then through bitter, falling tears, And siglis you may not smother. You will remember when too late - You did not write to mother. JANES RONALSON, in Banner of Gold. -- SOMEBODYS MOTHER. The woman was old and ragged and gray, And bent wtih the 'chill of the winters day; The street was wet with a recent snow, And the womans feet were aged and "slow, She stood at the crowing and waited long, amid the throng . Alone, uncared-for- , who Of human beings passed her by, Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. ( Down the street with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of School let out, Came the boys like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep. Past the woman so old and 'gray Hastened the children on their way, Nor offered a helping hand to her, So meek, so timid, so afraid to stir, Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet Should crowd her down in the slippery street. V, , - HELPING MOTHER. Your hands may be small, but every day They can" do something thats good as play; They can help mother, and she'll be glad For all thats done by her lass or lad. to-da- y Of helping mother, a all of them may, NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER. Nobody knows the work it takes, To keep the home together; Nobody knows of the steps it takes," Nobody knows, but mother. Nobody listens to. childish woes, Which kisses only smother; Nobodys pained by naughty blows, Nobody only mother. Nobody knows of the sleepless care Bestowed on baby brother, Nobody knows of the tender prayer, Nobody only mother. : ' - Nobody knows of the lessons taught Of loving one another; Nobody knows of the patience sought, Nobody only mother. " Nobody knows of the anxious fears Lest darlings may not weather The storm of life in after years, Nobody knows but mother. But when John come back again On a furlough, safe and sound, With a medal for his deeds And without a single wound, Whil the rest of us hurrahed, Laughed and joked and danced about, Mother kissed him, then she cried Cried and cried like all git out! . EDWIN L- SABIN. If all the children would think ANON. yJ Nobody kneels at the throne above To thank the Heavenly Father 'For the sweetest gift a mothers love; Nobody can but mother. MAINE FARMER. PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT AND THE MOTHER. all is said it is the mother, and the only, who is a better citizen even than the soldier who fights for his country. The successful mother, the mother who does her part in rearing and training aright the boys and girls who are to be nien and women of the next generation, is of greater use to the community, and occupies, if she only would realize it, a more honorable as well as a more important position than any WHEN v (Continued on Page Four) |