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Show THE PARSON Two MICKEY KERIKAS THE PARSON Published by the Journalism Class of Westminster news happenings of the school, and voicing College relating ions of the students and former students. Bi-Mont- hly Editor - Sam Taylor Bert Jansen Associate Editor . : .Richard Procter Business Manager Glen Kilpatrick Sports Editor Feature Editor Faye Robinson Frank Slater Photography Marcia Rod Baldwin, Flint, Reporters: Mickey Kerikas, Lynn Barbara Elton, John Ahlrichs, Burke, Catherine Cone. It was pleasing to see the number of spirited students out at the first basketball game of the season with Hill Field, which the Parsons won. Let us hope that we can continue to have large turnouts for our games this year. We cannot expect the team to do their best if we dont support it and this year the team looks very good. It would be a crime to let the boys down by not lending our support. We have a very good schedule of games this year and it is only natural that some conflicts should arise. Those choir students who cannot attend tonights game are all planning on being present Saturday, we understand. . Many students reported favorably after a chapel talk of last week by President Ernest Wilkinson of Brigham Young University. The general idea conveyed by President Wilkinson was that even though his college and ours were founded on different basic religious ideas,' we had institution of much more in common that the general higher learning, and we should all feel proud to be students here. We I thank the president for lending us his time. T 6UT PROFfMEV TOLD ME THE ONLY WAV 0 PASS WE MID-TER- WAS TO &IUN& MS A PONY TO CLASS MEDITATION " Dividing, destroying, capturing. And so it is with outworn faiths. That which progresses not, shall be destroyed. Natures law Brutal, destructive, creative. Man cannot stand satisfied, dogmatic. For decay creeps within, and Pride smarts before crumbling pedestals. Nor shall reason 'staiid alone. For, good or bad, Faith has moved more mountains, Spurred more armies, inspired more deeds, Won more battles, and warmed more hearts, than Cold, calculated thought. By Rod Flint (This is the poem written by Rod flint and published by the National Anthology of Poetry. In our last issue of The Parson, we promised to print it, so here it is): Off the beaten path a church stands Abandoned, desolate, cold. Its timbers Y' Decaying, sagging, crumbling. Everyone seems to have recovered sufficiently after the Thaiksgiv- - Rats scamper, playing midst upturned pews. Old hymnals Scattered, molded, The pulpit, its voice stilled, lies ignored, isolated. Shattered windows, splintered door. Churchyard weed 'grown, trampled by straying cattle. You cannot do a kindness too The bell, its cord rotted, no longer soon because you never know how peals soon it will be too late. The Sunday hour. Nor does the walk of stone feel Reverent steps coming to worship and to praise. Silence only. Steady silence of We Can Entwining weed, crumbling rock. Meet Your Stealthy silence of natures growth run-of-the-m- ill - - dust-lade- n. - , Needs for Wearing Apparel for All Occasions irrmr HEAVENLY at the IDEAS ON AN EARTH- BOUND BUDGET? Right Price bankroll buys a big time at the Hot Shoppe Salt Lakes most famous drive-i- n restaursnt. A small streamlined curb Our super-fasservice offered you until 12 midnight, Sunday through Thursday until 1:00 A.M., Friday; 2:00 A.M.. Saturday, Y0 t, HOT SHOPPE MAIN AT 5th SOUTH (In Covey's New America) US0!i M LADIES APPAREL 248 So. 1 3th East O. H. Barnard. A |