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Show North Sanpete Stake Relief Society Announces Winners In Women Writers Contest The North Sanpete Stake Relief society announces the final decisions de-cisions of the judges in its writers writ-ers contest. Preliminary judging was done by Mr. and Mrs. Ray Williams. Mr Williams is in the English Department of the North Sanpete high school. Mrs. Belle S. Spaf-ford, Spaf-ford, editor of the Relief Society Magazine was final judge. The decisions of the judges were un-nanimous. un-nanimous. Poetry: First prize, Mrs. Buleah Stewart, Fairview North ward, for her poem, "This Is My Task." Honorable mention Mrs. Helen Van Cott Madsen, Spring City ward, for her poem, "My Boy." Story: Mrs. Nellie McAllister, Mt. Pleasant North ward, first prize, for her story, "Grandma and The Indians." Honorable mention to Mrs. Relia Larsen of the Mt. Pleasant South ward for her story, "Flickering "Flick-ering Candle." Song: First Prize for original music and words to Mrs. Grace Smith, Mt. Pleasant North ward for her composition entitled, "Springtime." Pageantry: Mrs. Florence N. Bagnall, Mt. Pleasant North ward first prize for her pageant, "Women of Promise." Honorable mention to Coauthors, Co-authors, Mrs. Orabelle Jensen and Mrs. Anna T. Jensen, Fair-view Fair-view North ward l'or their pageant, page-ant, "Historical Parade." Programs for the 17th of March Relief Society annual day will be made up from the first prize awards. Cash prizes will be awarded to the first prize winning contestants con-testants at the Stake Leadership meeting on March 4th at Mount Pleasant South ward. The stake board wishes to thank all who participated and to congratulate all entries on the splendid quality of their manuscripts. manu-scripts. Following are the first prize and honorable mention in the poetry group: "This Is My Task" First Choice "Oh beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife." I sang in softly tone, To honor one whose soul had gone To its eternal life; And pressed a mother's shaking hand and, touched a bowing head Such futile, frugal ways are left To ease the hurt of those bereft Of heroes newly-dead. Such bright young lives, so full of joy, of hope for things to be! Yet willingly they laid them down Out on some bloody battle-ground To give a gift to me. Oh, God, I pray help me to take this gift with soul contrite, And keep my duty endlessly, To them, and to myself, and Thee Undimmed within my sight; With their great sacrifice, my own small portion must I give, That they may see my gratitude, Let me progress with fortitude As long as I shall live. MY BOY (2nd choice) When a little child kisses and clasps you tight, You forget that wearisome care; When a little child nestles beside you at night, You thank God that you have 'him there. When those chubby arms strengthen and grow more strong, When that little lad follows his Dad with a song; Then your heart overflows, and your voice chockes with joy, As you gaze at your son, and whisper, "My Boy!" |