Music Head Presents Original Oratorio OGDEN, Dec. 19 Continuing a young but rapidly growing tradition, Weber College will present the oratorio A Child Is Born, written by Roland Parry, head of the schools music department, tomorrow at 9 p.m. in the school auditorium. The oratorio was given its premier at the school in December, 1939, and has been presented by the music department each Christmastime since. The story of the Christ forms the theme of the composition. In addition to such numbers as And His Name Shall Be Called Wonderful and Unto Us A Child Is Born, already familiar to Ogdens music lovers, two entirely new compositions are being added to the oratorio score this year by Mr. Parry. Both are written for combined choirs. Admission to the oratorio is free, by complimentary tickets obtainable at the school. Composer Roland Parry, head of Weber College Music Department, again presents the Christmas oratorio Unto Us A Child Is Born, his own composition. Germans Slay Two Million Russ Civilians LONDON, Dec. 16 The Moscow radio said Wednesday that more than 2,000,000 civilians had been shot, hanged or tortured to death by the German occupation forces in the Ukraine. It said the figure was announced at an antifascist meeting of Ukrainian youth held in Moscow. Mother By Captain Raymond A. Stewart HOW peaceful that face and how hallowed her brow, That een death did not change, as we gaze on it now, And her heart, oh, that true heart that felt for us all, And eagerly answered every beckon and call! Her voice now Is still and kind hands that caressed, Have been tenderly folded on that cold, quiet breast; On that loving bosom her infants were fed; There from childhoods alarms for refuge they fled. Watchful eyes now are closed, and the last fleeting breath Has vanished away in the shadows of death; Like the desert or wildwood lit up by a rose. Her sweet countenance lingers in life or repose. Lips that lulled and kissed us to sleep by the hearth, Never more will reveal the emotions on earth; Never more in the twilight, as deep shadows fall, Will we hear wonder stories that enraptured us all. Fond memries recall the deal home of our dreams, Mid trees, fields, and flowers, by murmuring streams; Where always wise counsel she gave with her smiles, That brought calm contentment and soothed all our trials. Now our loved one is resting by yon shady dell. Near the church and the scenes that she long loved so well; Blow softly, cool winds, let all whispering cease, While mother will sleep on so sweetly in peace. With Christ as her Refuge, prayers and Bible her guide, Forever in Heaven her soul now will abide; Through prayerful devotion, by grace, faith, and love, We will meet our dear mother in Glory above.