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Show A Little Fragrant Roseoud. A little fragrant rosebud tendered to a person during his lifetime is better than a wilderness of fine flowers spread upon his casket ai'tti death. Knowing this why do we not give more of the rosebuds? Pres. C. N. Lund cchbrated the 67th anniversary of his birth last Monday January 13, 1913. His life is so interwoven with the growth and development of Mount Pleasant, and his story so familiar with all that it hardly needs the telling. About 45 years ago he began his struggles here in a little one-room adobe hut with a dirt roof. He looked into the vastness of the future without money without education and without a single influential friend. From this lowliness he has grovvn to his present standing. His education in life's essentials es-sentials is broad and deep. He has filled three missions for his church, ' t and has acted in all the official chuich capacities of ward and stake. He was bishop of the Mt. Pleasant Ward for ten years and has been Stake President for nearly fifteen years. He has been City Clerk, City Councilman for several terms and City Mayor for three terms, at one election running for mayor on three ' city tickets, the People's, the Liberals Lib-erals and the Citizen's tickets. He has be n Justice of the Peace and was twice a member i of the Utah Territorial Legislature. He has baen a school trustee for a quarter of a century, 25 years, which is in some cases a reproach, but varily not in this case as the record will show. He has been directly instrumental! in planning and building every , school house .vhich thjeity has had, I the crowning work be.ng the Central I " . and thd Hign School. He was the ;' first president of the North Sanpete High School. A few years ago he, . was offered and asked to take the ! presidency of the Snow Academy at Ephraim, but declined and re-1 commended another man. His heait beats have been for Mt. Pleasant in every conceivable way, and for many years for the whole of North Sanpete. But these things are mere nothings, and by none of these will his true friends judge him. What ar.e material mater-ial things compared to the soul that shines through his kindly ees and lights his furrowed face? What are they beside the countless (rood deeds the wise councils, the prayers, the sermons for the people among whom ' he has sojourned? Could every one for whom he has done some kindly service in his lifetime donate al little rosebud, his path down-to the silent grave would be rose-strewn, and the blossoms would be ample enough to give forth a perfume that should .like inseilse, waft to the other shore. |